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rmTitle: Like You Should Be Kissed (1/3)
Rating: R
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine; Kurt/Blaine/Rachel
Spoilers (if any): "Blame it on the Alcohol", "New York"
Warnings (if any): None.
Word Count: ~2,000
Summary: Kurt comes to a startling conclusion. After that, everything is like dominoes.
Author's Note:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tsarina, who beta'd this for me, said it feels like a fever dream. It's entirely possible that it is. This has been haunting me for months, and while I'm trying to write it smart, I'm mostly just trying to get it out of my head.
In the mornings before they all have to start their days, Blaine knows that Rachel Berry likes to come into their bedroom and sit in the large chair by Kurt's side of the bed. Sometimes she wakes him and they talk quietly while Blaine nuzzles into Kurt's back. Sometimes she just sits there staring out the window.
It doesn't bother him, because it doesn't bother Kurt. Kurt and her are ridiculously close, although largely in the way of exiles; amongst their own kind, they might never choose to be friends. And so the nature of their friendship is something Blaine will never comment on, just as he will never bring up the oddity of Rachel's morning appearances. Kurt is physically at ease in the presence of very few people, and so no matter how weird the whole thing is, Blaine is essentially okay with it.
Not that he isn't a little puzzled. Because Blaine sleeps in the nude, and Kurt is so modest, and Rachel's always been something of a subject between them, that she's even allowed in their bedroom at all is something Blaine finds very weird. But it's also something of a relief; there are so many ways their two-against-one roommates thing could be so much more awkward.
*
It's winter, just after the new year, when Kurt goes quiet. He doesn't seem particularly distressed, so Blaine just leaves it alone. Sometimes Kurt does this, stops speaking more than is necessary while he turns something over in his brain until he figures it out. He did it for seventeen days before he told Blaine he was ready for them to have sex, six days before he decided what university to go to, and for four days before he suggested after their sophomore year that they move out of the dorms and get Rachel in on it too so that they could have their very own apartment, coming and going and coming as they please.
But when Kurt is still silent and lost somewhere in his exacting brain and labyrinthine heart a week later, Blaine knows that whatever this is, it's going to be big. And he's not scared. He excited. He always is by anything this worthy of Kurt's attention.
*
One morning, after Rachel pushes herself out of the chair and kisses the corner of Kurt's eye before going back to her room to dress for the day, Kurt twists in Blaine's arms so that they're facing and says, “I think I'm in love with Rachel Berry.”
Blaine knows that the only appropriate response is to steer Kurt towards being able to provide an explanation that might possibly make sense outside of his own head.
“You've always been close.”
Kurt shakes his head. “It's not like that.”
“What's it like?”
“It's not like I love my friends. It's like I love you.”
“Are you attracted to her?” Blaine asks, hoping his voice sounds neutral. Wouldn't that be rich, he can't help but think, if Kurt is.
“I don't know.”
“Okay,” Blaine says. Kurt is making this a little bit harder than usual.
“When she sits in the chair I think I would be happier if you and she were laying on either side of me. When I see her, I want to kiss her hello. When she smiles, I think 'how can I please her?' But I don't really want to have sex with her, although I do really, really want to kiss her.”
“So not like Mercedes?”
“No.”
“Or Finn?”
“That is just a historical hot mess that will not help this conversation at all.”
“Just checking.”
Kurt kisses him. “You don't seem bothered.”
Blaine shrugs. “It's interesting.”
“It's something I feel because of you.”
*
That's all either of them says about it for a week.
Then, one morning, after Rachel pads out of their room in her ugly slippers and Kurt sighs heavily, Blaine asks, “Does she know?”
“No.”
“Do you think you should tell her?”
“But I don't even know what I want,” Kurt whines.
Blaine smiles and kisses Kurt's neck, before translating him into the world again as he always does and always has. “You want to be able to love her.”
*
“You're too far away,” Kurt says the next morning as Rachel sits in her chair, analyzing her decision making skills about boys.
“You miss our sleepovers,” she teases him.
Kurt shakes his head. “I miss nothing about high school. Nothing.”
“I do. Sometimes.”
“Why?”
“All these problems seemed smaller.”
“Your problems haven't changed at all, Rachel,” Kurt says, annoyed at the way she just can't quite keep up sometimes.
“What do you mean?”
“You view everything as either/or. You sit here and whine at me about romance or career and all it means is that you've placed traditional notions of both in opposition to each other.”
“You sound like Blaine,” she says, and Blaine, still pretending to sleep, tightens his grip on Kurt's waist.
Kurt smiles but doesn't otherwise acknowledge him. “Seriously, you need to stop yo-yoing between two different types of bad choices and start figuring out what works for you. Now come here,” Kurt says and pats the bed beside him.
“Blaine won't mind?” she asks as she climbs up next to him, her hair brushing against his somewhat unusually bare shoulder.
“Blaine's never minded,” he says.
*
There's a part of Blaine that's incredibly uncomfortable with the way that Kurt is effectively seducing Rachel. The situation is so not straightforward that he's pretty sure open, honest communication is the only thing that would make it less sketchy. But Kurt is Kurt and Rachel is Rachel, and Blaine kissed her once a long time ago and so really can't say a damn thing about any of this until at least one of them knows what the hell it is.
Sixteen days later, in bed, in the morning, Kurt and Rachel finally kiss, and, from what Blaine can hear of it with his face pressed into Kurt's back, it's wet and dirty. It is also everything Blaine expects from both of them.
“If you just wanted to see what kissing a girl was like, all you had to do was ask,” he hears Rachel say nervously even though he knows she knows Kurt once made out with Brittany for like a week.
“I didn't,” Kurt says.
“Oh.”
“You just seemed like you should be kissed.”
“What would Blaine think?” she asks, and it's a little coy. Blaine is surprised at that. The Rachel of their high school years would have started lecturing about bisexuality or monogamy or something incredibly non-specific and impersonal instead.
“Blaine still doesn't mind,” he mumbles against Kurt's flesh.
Rachel sits up, shifting the blankets off all of them in a way that suddenly makes the whole situation much more obviously intimate and awkward.
“Was this your idea?” she asks Blaine.
Blaine leans up on his elbow to look at her. “No.”
*
“Wait, I don't understand,” she says pacing back and forth across their shared living room while Kurt and Blaine, now dressed, sit at what passes for their kitchen table. Whatever authority or maturity Rachel intends to project is lost to her pink and red heart pajamas and matching fuzzy slippers.
It occurs to Blaine that this, this is how he knows Kurt's not joking about this in part of the love thing. He'd actually turned to Blaine a moment ago and said Rachel was cute, despite what she's wearing.
“Look, Rachel. It's not like I understand either. It just is. I've spent weeks trying to figure it out and it's the only logical conclusion even if it – and I do realize this – doesn't actually make any sense.”
“How can you be in love with me and not want to sleep with me?”
“I'm still gay.”
“But --”
“Really.”
“Are you sure?” Blaine asks, faintly and perhaps inappropriately amused.
Kurt gives him a withering look.
“Okay. Kurt's gay,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender.
“All right,” Rachel says, finally standing still as she puts her hands on her hips. “How are are we going to do this?”
“Pardon?” Kurt splutters.
Blaine takes a sip of his coffee and looks between the two of them slyly. Rachel is difficult, yes, but, he has to admit, a remarkable advocate for herself.
“Can I kiss her?” Blaine asks Kurt.
“That's not very gentlemanly,” Rachel says.
Kurt nods because Rachel's right. “You should have asked her first.”
Blaine blushes. “Rachel, can I kiss you?”
“Much better,” she says with a smile. “But ask Kurt if it's okay.”
When Blaine turns to him, Kurt bites his lower lip and nods, so Blaine walks over to her and cards a hand back through her hair to tilt her face up to him.
“This is a little familiar,” she says.
“A bit,” Blaine says.
He kisses her then, and she's still a very, very good kisser, and it feels good and his dick is vaguely interested, but it's not like kissing Kurt, not like air and water and need.
“Kurt, come here a second,” Blaine says, beckoning him over when he breaks the kiss without really pulling away from Rachel.
“Blaine,” Kurt says when he arrives, amused at being so much more a bit taller than both of them now.
“Hi,” Rachel says to him simply because she has to say something.
Kurt gives her a little wave, and then settles his hand on the back of her neck. Blaine leans in to kiss her again, and Kurt leans against Blaine, mouthing at his neck.
Blaine gasps, and it's clear the whole of whatever he's feeling has just rolled down through his entirety of his body.
He lets Rachel go – her mouth is hanging open and she's trying to hide the fact that she's breathing hard – and steps back from both of them. First one step, then several more.
Kurt, eyes entirely on Blaine, reaches for Rachel's hand, and then smiles at his boyfriend.
“So how are we going to do this?” Kurt asks, echoing Rachel's question from earlier.
“I think,” Blaine says, trying to catch his breath. “I think we ask her out.”
Rachel smiles with approval. “I have rehearsal tonight, and a paper due on Thursday, and Friday nights I really just want to eat burritos and watch bad TV, alone, but --”
“Saturday?” Kurt asks, letting go of her hand and going to stand beside Blaine. He snakes a fond arm around his boyfriend's waist and then leans their heads together. “Would you let us take you out to dinner on Saturday?”
“All right,” Rachel says, a hint of caution shadowing her curiosity.
Rating: R
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine; Kurt/Blaine/Rachel
Spoilers (if any): "Blame it on the Alcohol", "New York"
Warnings (if any): None.
Word Count: ~2,000
Summary: Kurt comes to a startling conclusion. After that, everything is like dominoes.
Author's Note:
tsarina, who beta'd this for me, said it feels like a fever dream. It's entirely possible that it is. This has been haunting me for months, and while I'm trying to write it smart, I'm mostly just trying to get it out of my head.In the mornings before they all have to start their days, Blaine knows that Rachel Berry likes to come into their bedroom and sit in the large chair by Kurt's side of the bed. Sometimes she wakes him and they talk quietly while Blaine nuzzles into Kurt's back. Sometimes she just sits there staring out the window.
It doesn't bother him, because it doesn't bother Kurt. Kurt and her are ridiculously close, although largely in the way of exiles; amongst their own kind, they might never choose to be friends. And so the nature of their friendship is something Blaine will never comment on, just as he will never bring up the oddity of Rachel's morning appearances. Kurt is physically at ease in the presence of very few people, and so no matter how weird the whole thing is, Blaine is essentially okay with it.
Not that he isn't a little puzzled. Because Blaine sleeps in the nude, and Kurt is so modest, and Rachel's always been something of a subject between them, that she's even allowed in their bedroom at all is something Blaine finds very weird. But it's also something of a relief; there are so many ways their two-against-one roommates thing could be so much more awkward.
*
It's winter, just after the new year, when Kurt goes quiet. He doesn't seem particularly distressed, so Blaine just leaves it alone. Sometimes Kurt does this, stops speaking more than is necessary while he turns something over in his brain until he figures it out. He did it for seventeen days before he told Blaine he was ready for them to have sex, six days before he decided what university to go to, and for four days before he suggested after their sophomore year that they move out of the dorms and get Rachel in on it too so that they could have their very own apartment, coming and going and coming as they please.
But when Kurt is still silent and lost somewhere in his exacting brain and labyrinthine heart a week later, Blaine knows that whatever this is, it's going to be big. And he's not scared. He excited. He always is by anything this worthy of Kurt's attention.
*
One morning, after Rachel pushes herself out of the chair and kisses the corner of Kurt's eye before going back to her room to dress for the day, Kurt twists in Blaine's arms so that they're facing and says, “I think I'm in love with Rachel Berry.”
Blaine knows that the only appropriate response is to steer Kurt towards being able to provide an explanation that might possibly make sense outside of his own head.
“You've always been close.”
Kurt shakes his head. “It's not like that.”
“What's it like?”
“It's not like I love my friends. It's like I love you.”
“Are you attracted to her?” Blaine asks, hoping his voice sounds neutral. Wouldn't that be rich, he can't help but think, if Kurt is.
“I don't know.”
“Okay,” Blaine says. Kurt is making this a little bit harder than usual.
“When she sits in the chair I think I would be happier if you and she were laying on either side of me. When I see her, I want to kiss her hello. When she smiles, I think 'how can I please her?' But I don't really want to have sex with her, although I do really, really want to kiss her.”
“So not like Mercedes?”
“No.”
“Or Finn?”
“That is just a historical hot mess that will not help this conversation at all.”
“Just checking.”
Kurt kisses him. “You don't seem bothered.”
Blaine shrugs. “It's interesting.”
“It's something I feel because of you.”
*
That's all either of them says about it for a week.
Then, one morning, after Rachel pads out of their room in her ugly slippers and Kurt sighs heavily, Blaine asks, “Does she know?”
“No.”
“Do you think you should tell her?”
“But I don't even know what I want,” Kurt whines.
Blaine smiles and kisses Kurt's neck, before translating him into the world again as he always does and always has. “You want to be able to love her.”
*
“You're too far away,” Kurt says the next morning as Rachel sits in her chair, analyzing her decision making skills about boys.
“You miss our sleepovers,” she teases him.
Kurt shakes his head. “I miss nothing about high school. Nothing.”
“I do. Sometimes.”
“Why?”
“All these problems seemed smaller.”
“Your problems haven't changed at all, Rachel,” Kurt says, annoyed at the way she just can't quite keep up sometimes.
“What do you mean?”
“You view everything as either/or. You sit here and whine at me about romance or career and all it means is that you've placed traditional notions of both in opposition to each other.”
“You sound like Blaine,” she says, and Blaine, still pretending to sleep, tightens his grip on Kurt's waist.
Kurt smiles but doesn't otherwise acknowledge him. “Seriously, you need to stop yo-yoing between two different types of bad choices and start figuring out what works for you. Now come here,” Kurt says and pats the bed beside him.
“Blaine won't mind?” she asks as she climbs up next to him, her hair brushing against his somewhat unusually bare shoulder.
“Blaine's never minded,” he says.
*
There's a part of Blaine that's incredibly uncomfortable with the way that Kurt is effectively seducing Rachel. The situation is so not straightforward that he's pretty sure open, honest communication is the only thing that would make it less sketchy. But Kurt is Kurt and Rachel is Rachel, and Blaine kissed her once a long time ago and so really can't say a damn thing about any of this until at least one of them knows what the hell it is.
Sixteen days later, in bed, in the morning, Kurt and Rachel finally kiss, and, from what Blaine can hear of it with his face pressed into Kurt's back, it's wet and dirty. It is also everything Blaine expects from both of them.
“If you just wanted to see what kissing a girl was like, all you had to do was ask,” he hears Rachel say nervously even though he knows she knows Kurt once made out with Brittany for like a week.
“I didn't,” Kurt says.
“Oh.”
“You just seemed like you should be kissed.”
“What would Blaine think?” she asks, and it's a little coy. Blaine is surprised at that. The Rachel of their high school years would have started lecturing about bisexuality or monogamy or something incredibly non-specific and impersonal instead.
“Blaine still doesn't mind,” he mumbles against Kurt's flesh.
Rachel sits up, shifting the blankets off all of them in a way that suddenly makes the whole situation much more obviously intimate and awkward.
“Was this your idea?” she asks Blaine.
Blaine leans up on his elbow to look at her. “No.”
*
“Wait, I don't understand,” she says pacing back and forth across their shared living room while Kurt and Blaine, now dressed, sit at what passes for their kitchen table. Whatever authority or maturity Rachel intends to project is lost to her pink and red heart pajamas and matching fuzzy slippers.
It occurs to Blaine that this, this is how he knows Kurt's not joking about this in part of the love thing. He'd actually turned to Blaine a moment ago and said Rachel was cute, despite what she's wearing.
“Look, Rachel. It's not like I understand either. It just is. I've spent weeks trying to figure it out and it's the only logical conclusion even if it – and I do realize this – doesn't actually make any sense.”
“How can you be in love with me and not want to sleep with me?”
“I'm still gay.”
“But --”
“Really.”
“Are you sure?” Blaine asks, faintly and perhaps inappropriately amused.
Kurt gives him a withering look.
“Okay. Kurt's gay,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender.
“All right,” Rachel says, finally standing still as she puts her hands on her hips. “How are are we going to do this?”
“Pardon?” Kurt splutters.
Blaine takes a sip of his coffee and looks between the two of them slyly. Rachel is difficult, yes, but, he has to admit, a remarkable advocate for herself.
“Can I kiss her?” Blaine asks Kurt.
“That's not very gentlemanly,” Rachel says.
Kurt nods because Rachel's right. “You should have asked her first.”
Blaine blushes. “Rachel, can I kiss you?”
“Much better,” she says with a smile. “But ask Kurt if it's okay.”
When Blaine turns to him, Kurt bites his lower lip and nods, so Blaine walks over to her and cards a hand back through her hair to tilt her face up to him.
“This is a little familiar,” she says.
“A bit,” Blaine says.
He kisses her then, and she's still a very, very good kisser, and it feels good and his dick is vaguely interested, but it's not like kissing Kurt, not like air and water and need.
“Kurt, come here a second,” Blaine says, beckoning him over when he breaks the kiss without really pulling away from Rachel.
“Blaine,” Kurt says when he arrives, amused at being so much more a bit taller than both of them now.
“Hi,” Rachel says to him simply because she has to say something.
Kurt gives her a little wave, and then settles his hand on the back of her neck. Blaine leans in to kiss her again, and Kurt leans against Blaine, mouthing at his neck.
Blaine gasps, and it's clear the whole of whatever he's feeling has just rolled down through his entirety of his body.
He lets Rachel go – her mouth is hanging open and she's trying to hide the fact that she's breathing hard – and steps back from both of them. First one step, then several more.
Kurt, eyes entirely on Blaine, reaches for Rachel's hand, and then smiles at his boyfriend.
“So how are we going to do this?” Kurt asks, echoing Rachel's question from earlier.
“I think,” Blaine says, trying to catch his breath. “I think we ask her out.”
Rachel smiles with approval. “I have rehearsal tonight, and a paper due on Thursday, and Friday nights I really just want to eat burritos and watch bad TV, alone, but --”
“Saturday?” Kurt asks, letting go of her hand and going to stand beside Blaine. He snakes a fond arm around his boyfriend's waist and then leans their heads together. “Would you let us take you out to dinner on Saturday?”
“All right,” Rachel says, a hint of caution shadowing her curiosity.
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Date: 2011-07-07 06:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 10:18 am (UTC)(I'm so TRYING not to start another series, and yet).
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Date: 2011-07-07 07:46 am (UTC)I am eager to see where they are going to go!
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Date: 2011-07-07 10:17 am (UTC)Just imagine Rachel trying to explain this to her dads.
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Date: 2011-07-07 07:58 am (UTC)“That is just a historical hot mess that will not help this conversation at all.”
Can't help laughing.
"The situation is so not straightforward." So not.
Heck- I can't list all the things about this story that are good. It's good.
The warmth with which you regard the characters suffuses each part of the story. As another reader pointed out the previous story, they really are lucky to have you writing them.
I feel inadequate to the task of offering helpful commentary. I am just very happy to have read this.
I want more. At your earliest possible convenience. Or whenever you get around to it.
Thank you for writing, thank you for sharing.
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Date: 2011-07-07 10:17 am (UTC)Re: *Very warm smile*
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Date: 2011-07-07 08:04 am (UTC)This story is amazing. I must admit, I usually don't read a lot of Glee fanfiction, but this pairing intrigues me. Your characterizations are wonderful, your writing style is flawless, and I just love how you handle the relationship - the different kinds of love, romantic love so to speak, desire and trust. The dynamic of the different relationships you portrait within this group of people is really intriguing.
Most of all, I think, I adore this story for the way it acknowledges the fact, that yes, people can be in love, and fall in love with different people at the same time, and it may alter the relationships, but there doesn't have to be an either-or decision, a "winner" or a "loser", if I'm making sense. And I love how secure Blaine and Kurt seem in their affection, their love, their relationship, how they don't see a problem coming up, but a change. I feel like this is something we rarely get to see in fiction, pro and fanfic alike.
Another thing I loved is how drama-free you let the characters handle this. Somehow it fits really well, even though we know they all love their drama.
Oh, dear. Please apologize the rambling comment. I just wanted to say "I love this story, and your great writing" and got carried away. Also I apologize for my weird english, non native speaker here.
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Date: 2011-07-07 10:16 am (UTC)They may be too calm about all of this for their own good, but I think it's one of those moments where they are so in their own little bubble in that apartment, that they are able to look at it in terms of what they are actually feeling as opposed to what they are supposed to be feeling.
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Date: 2011-07-07 08:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 10:15 am (UTC)I am such an enabler with this fandom.
Thank you.
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Date: 2011-07-07 09:18 am (UTC)This was lovely, as all your writing is. I really like the idea of Kurt going quiet and focusing inwards with such intensity whilst he works things through, it fits so well with his character.
"And he's not scared. He excited. He always is by anything this worthy of Kurt's attention."
^^^ My favourite line... The level of trust between the two of them is awe-inspiring.
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Date: 2011-07-07 10:14 am (UTC)One of the things that's always startling to me about Kurt in canon is how much he doesn't speak. When he lashes out it's epic, but generally, he's actually rather quiet, even in his happy, chatty scenes with other people. So silence is something I can't seem to get away from playing with with him.
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:21 pm (UTC)2. I'm intrigued, which is something I never thought I'd say about Rachel/Blaine/Kurt. So so intrigued.
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Date: 2011-07-07 02:01 pm (UTC)I don't watch Glee, so I don't know these characters very well at all - much of what I know is from things you've said here or just stuff I pick up (like Kurt and Blaine are a couple on the show). But this was really good, and interesting, and I look forward to reading more.
Kurt is gay, canon-wise, right? Or assumed so?. Rachel is... bi? Blaine is... bi? gay? Just trying to create a "map" as it were, of where everyone stands.
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Date: 2011-07-07 03:18 pm (UTC)My point is, I love this so far and I will certainly be waiting for the rest. :)
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Date: 2011-07-07 03:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 04:17 pm (UTC)I also find here your Blaine quite... bland. Like he had absolutely no opinion. Kurt is in love with Rachel, but it sounds to be a friendly love. I don't "feel" that sex could be involve. plus Blaine seems totally indifferent to Rachel here. Like he just doing it because Kurt wants to.
So maybe it's crystal clear for you and (apparently) for a lot of other reader, but could you add more stuff about the basis of their feelings. Because I don't know, I just still can't imagine Rachel and Kurt as "friend-soulmate" even after a whole season (where Rachel actually did nothing for Kurt, and vice-versa.)
To finish about the friend-vibe, that's what I got from the first part (for Kurt, not for Blaine, because as I said, Blaine felt totally out of the whole thing and doing it just to not upsetting Kurt), being "physical" (I mean like hugging them, cuddle them A LOT) isn't a weird thing. I base it on my personnal experience but years ago I was very physical with a guy, everyone thought we were dating but there weren't any ambiguous thing between us, we just loved to cuddle each other. I'm still very touchy with my friends, without caring at all about their sexuality, so it always ind of weird me out to read thing where two gay guys put a girl in the middle of their couple and still claiming they are gay.
Maybe also I would love to read a fic where a threesome-relationship doesn't work.
Ok, sorry for the rambling v_v.
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Date: 2011-07-07 04:35 pm (UTC)Blaine doign it because Kurt wants to do it : not that Blaine is reluctant but just like "what Kurt wants, I will want it too", it's like he doesn't want to think about what he really want and just brush it away to take Kurt's will instead of his. Like he's... erasing himself because what he feel and wants isn't important and what Kurt feels and wants is the only important thing.
Plus he seems to have no feelings deeper than a casual friendship with Rachel. I don't know but in a trheesome-elationship, isn't it important that the three part have equal feelings towards each other ? Doesn't he feel that yes, Rachel could replace it one day or another ? Even with a loooot of trust, I don't think this kind of feelings will never appear. Even a little spark but here, nothing. But I've also got this feeling from Rachel.
So it just feel like... a Kurt momentary thing. Like he has a deep friendship for Rachel but doesn't know the value of it so just turn it into romance because it's the only thing he knows.
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Date: 2011-07-07 04:39 pm (UTC)i'm interested. i don't know how i feel about it yet. i admit i have this image of kurt and rachel being together, sexually and emotionally (and kurt with santana) but i've never tried to fit blaine in there. it can turn into such a rollercoaster of feelings.
i''ll wait for more with commenting although i can write pages of what i think even now. your style is still amazing, it's like boston and d.c. stories, it has this something that makes it realistic, as if they lived next door and were normal, everyday occurrence.
can't wait for more.
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Date: 2011-07-07 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-08 12:59 am (UTC)Color me intrigued!
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Date: 2011-07-09 03:47 am (UTC)Like some above me have said, this isn't exactly my cup of tea (there is this nagging sense of discomfort I felt while I was reading this, because I fear that someone will eventually get hurt in this kind of situation). But I am greatly intrigued. You're one of my favorite writers in the fandom, and I will read anything you write.
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Date: 2011-08-15 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-15 03:46 am (UTC)I am completely still planning a continuation. I got hit with the wonder of moving house somewhat unexpectedly in the middle of this, and I'm still sort of reeling/recovering, but it is mapped out and will happen!
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Date: 2011-11-19 02:56 am (UTC)no subject
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