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13 May 2011 @ 07:42 pm
Glee!fic: Like Stars  
Like Stars, still on the Glee thing.
Disclaimer: Owned by others: I fic therefore I am not rich.
Rating: A fairly light NC-17, but oh yes they did.

Spoilers: . . . up to Born This Wayish to be safe but really they're mostly implicit.

Summary: It will go down in New Directions lore as Mercedes' Infamous Glitter Party for a *reason*.

Blaine arrives late to Mercedes' glitter party, which will go down in New Directions lore as Mercedes' Infamous Glitter Party, but when he gets there it's just getting going. He assumes it's already going to be a little bit more lively than Rachel's party because Kurt's texts have got increasingly strange, slow and typo-laden as the evening's progressed, but when he pushes the doorbell, from the outside the house looks pretty calm.

Mercedes opens the door with glittering hair, silver powder around her eyes and smiling through wide sparkling lips, and hugs him instantly. She's adopted him quite happily as the other half of Kurt - they've pretty much started viewing all of life outside of school as a shared venture by now - and he does love her too, because she's quick and sharp and clever and so enthusiastic about the things she loves. And one of the things she loves is Kurt, so.

"I am so glad you got here," she says while hugging him, pulling back and looking him over. "And I see no glitter, you pay the toll or you don't come in, honey."

"Oh, right." He hadn't had time after Warblers practise while throwing clothes on and getting back in the car, pats down his pockets and comes out with the little pot. "Tadaa. Shall I glitter up here or can Kurt help?"

"Right now Kurt couldn't help you find the floor," she says, waving a hand, heading back into the house. Which Blaine doesn't understand, and follows her through kicking his shoes off, curious.

Kurt's friends - Mercedes' friends, but they're the same group - are gathered in the lounge, girls on the sofa with their legs curled underneath themselves, boys lounging around against the walls and on the floor, and Kurt lying on his back with Brittany stroking his hair and Santana playing with his hand. He blinks dazedly up at Blaine, smiles, lifts his arms. He has pink glitter on his cheeks and in his hair and his eyes are sleepy and warm, and Blaine laughs as little as he crouches down so Kurt can put his arms around him, pull him into range and hum against his cheek.

"Okay," Blaine says, unpicking Kurt's arms from around his neck. "Are you okay?"

"He's totally okay," Santana says, through very red and very sparkly lips turned into a very evil grin. "He's entirely wasted."

"What?" Kurt's hands are trying to pull Blaine down again by the neck and Blaine keeps unknitting them but they're always back again, it's like fighting off an overfriendly octopus. "He doesn't drink." Baffled to Kurt, "You don't drink."

Kurt smiles up at him, and his hand trails down Blaine's arm in a way that makes his entire body tighten, Kurt's cool white hand sliding down into his and taking the pot of glitter from his helpless fingers.

"Someone might have sort of spiked his diet Coke," Santana says, folding her arms and shrugging.

Kurt unscrews the lid and accidentally tips glitter onto his stomach - his t-shirt's hiked a little crooked and it glances off his hipbone as it plumes bright purple on the carpet, and he's really distracting Blaine from how angry he thinks he should be getting. He makes himself blink away from Kurt's skin and says, "Okay, who spiked his drink?"

Brittany, wearing a paler shade of rosy glitter than Kurt's hot pink, raises a shy hand. As does, with a little like I care flick of her red-glittered hair, Santana. Blaine looks up. Puck has his hand up, eyebrows raised. Lauren in matching green glitter has her hand up. Tina has her hand up. "What?" she says defensively. "Santana did it twice!"

"Jesus you guys, how much has he had?"

Kurt lifts his hand and blows. Blaine only thinks to close his eyes just in time, and feels a cloud of purple glitter hit him like a twinkly sandstorm.

"Santana dared me to." Brittany says. "She said it would make him happy. He is really happy, aren't you Kurt?"

"We're all happy now he's over the shrill stage." Santana says, and strokes a finger over his glittering hip while Blaine coughs and palms most of the glitter out of his eyes. "He's so much more relaxed now, aren't you baby?"

"Okay, one, stop touching him, two, I cannot believe you got him drunk, and three-" Kurt wipes a glittery thumb over each of Blaine's cheeks. "-someone get me a drink because it is going to take me forever to catch him up."

Kurt watches him with eyes as mellow as summer seas, and smiles, and his glitter-rimed thumb slips down underneath Blaine's jaw and trails down his throat, following his swallow, following the rising warmth on his skin.


Finn, red glitter lined on his cheeks, is standing against the wall looking awkward, one hand in a pocket and the other holding half the single bottle of beer he'll be nursing all night. Blaine makes up for lost time. He'd find getting drunk enough to follow Kurt easier if Kurt didn't keep stealing drinks from him; not from his hands, thankfully, because he's as unco-ordinated as a jellyfish on a unicycle right now, he's only upright at all because he's sprawled across Blaine's back with his chin hooked on his shoulder. But when Blaine takes a shot, Kurt pulls his head down and kisses him and vodka goes everywhere. Blaine gulps and it goes up his nose, and they're both mostly drinking vodka and glitter but Kurt doesn't even seem to notice that when he licks it off Blaine's chin. It runs down Kurt's throat and vanishes underneath the fashionably frayed neck of his t-shirt, and Blaine tries not to think about following those trickles down.

Finn looks really uncomfortable.

Blaine tries to keep things cool, but the combination of vodka and Kurt's easy hands are giving him vertigo. It's not just that Kurt, who usually stiffens if someone steps too close to him, is suddenly as loose and pliable as a cat in a square of sunlight when Brittany rubs the backs of her fingers down his arm, or when Santana runs her fingertips up his spine through his shirt still smiling like that. He's entirely relaxed against Blaine as well, like Blaine is a pillow in his bed, like Blaine is the coolest patch of grass on the hottest day of the year. It makes Blaine agonisingly aware of the two thin layers of fabric between his skin and Kurt's, of how they're nothing like enough but they're all he can feel.

It's not like they're normally awkward with each other, every touch feels right between them. But they're the ones who set their boundaries - they don't have a normal high school dating rulebook to play from, they have to work these things out for themselves - and so they touch, normally, with a certain sense of gravity, what is allowed, what might be too much, touches just mean too much between them. If they manage to get a moment actually alone, the kissing can sometimes head a little out of hand but never so far that they can't pull it back with a little enforced steadiness, a few deep breaths. But Kurt doesn't have any concept of boundaries right now. He's not thinking about what they're allowed and what might be a bad idea. He's just resting his warm, softly-beating body against Blaine's, head tipped on his shoulder, the edge of his breath puffing at the base of Blaine's throat.


Tina and Mercedes are dancing, Tina in blue glitter with her hair flying, arms raised, laughing as bright as her clothes are black. Brittany's putting some more silver glitter onto the tip of Artie's nose, until Santana pulls her back by the hips and slips her arms over her shoulders, whispers into her ear from behind as Brittany begins an easy grind to the music back against her. Mercedes pulls a golden-glitter-dipped Rachel from her seat to dance because Rachel is heading the wrong way towards moping, and Kurt just blinks sleepily, sighs, and Blaine rubs his wrist. "You alright?"

He nods and tucks his face in against Blaine's neck again, so Blaine can feel his smile as he nips his skin.

Again, and more loudly this time if still in his head: fuck. Is this why Kurt doesn't drink? Because it turns him into - into what? Someone suddenly actually okay with his own and significantly with Blaine's body? He doesn't think that Kurt's actually unhappy to find himself drunk. And they can share their hangovers for once, and Blaine will feel like less of a sympathy sponge . . .

"Do you want to, to get sober maybe?"

"No." Kurt says into his neck, first thing he's said out loud since Blaine arrived, and breathes it again against his skin, "No."

If Blaine moves a single nerve ending, he might die. "Okay."

"Truth or dare," Rachel is saying, bouncing up and down and clapping. "Truth or dare!"

Santana groans, still holding Brittany from behind. "Oh my god, alcohol makes her twelve."

"You always choose dare," Brittany says, holding Santana's wrists as they cross low over her belly. "You should choose truth sometimes."

"Yeah? Maybe you should." Santana pulls back and stalks away, flumps down next to Blaine in the circle opening up on the floor, the circle accepting Kurt and Blaine as its starting point because they're seriously not going to be able to move Kurt without quite a lot of help. Santana folds her arms, says, "Sit over there next to Wheels, Britt, you belong there."

Brittany just stands there looking confused and hurt and confused about why she's hurt, and Artie takes her hand.

Mercedes sits down clapping, and she's putting a bottle in the centre of the circle. "Waitwaitwait, truth or dare, not-" Blaine says, because he cannot bear to relive that, not again, not in front of Kurt again, he would actually rather commit seppuku in the corner of the room and let them get on with it while he bleeds to slow death than have to do that in front of Kurt again. Mercedes wags a drunken finger at him and starts giggling and puts a hand over her mouth, composes herself, chokes a giggle again and on the third try says, "Definitely truth or dare, this is, is for choosing. But you two have to count as one 'cause he don't even count as half of one right now."

Kurt watches her mildly, slipping an arm around Blaine from behind to settle over his stomach so that he has Blaine from both sides now, and no escape. Not that escape is really on Blaine's mind as he stares down at that bare white arm pressing against his stomach, and swallows.

The bottle rattles to a halt, first spin, on Quinn, who's wearing the same deep pink shade of glitter as Kurt as she sits against Finn's side and looks both pleased and angry to be first. She wrinkles her nose as they bay at her and says, "Dare." and the circle whoops; Blaine leans down to whisper into Kurt's hair, which he's never seen quite so carelessly dishevelled (occasionally carefully dishevelled, of course), "Are you really okay?" before Kurt's thumb presses into his navel through his t-shirt and suddenly he can't breathe.

Santana cups her mouth to call, "Take your top off, Quinn!"

The circle dissolves into cat-calling and laughter, and Quinn looks furious. "You just want an opportunity to bitch about my-" Her voice drops into a hushed snarl. "Stretch marks."

"Carrying a baby is a beau, beautiful natural thing," Sam says, listing oddly sideways, occasionally spilling beer onto his own thigh. "Also you have like, amazing boobs."

"Dude." Finn says, while Quinn gives him a vicious look. "She's my girlfriend."

"Dude, she's my ex."

"Dude," Quinn snipes back. "I'll take mine off if you'll take yours off."

Finn looks like he can't believe this is happening, while Sam considers that for a moment and then pulls his t-shirt over his head in one easy motion. Tina wolf-whistles and then falls laughing sideways into Mike, while Quinn smirks, shimmies the straps of her dress over her shoulders, bares herself to the bra and then slips it quickly back up again.

"So cheating on the stretch marks," Santana says, emptying her drink. "Spin the damn bottle, someone."

Quinn takes it, gives Santana a I hope this lands on you so that I can torture you look, and spins it so hard it skims a little across the circle before it lands on Sam, who's still trying to pull his t-shirt back over his head without letting go of his beer bottle. Tina and Mercedes call at once, "Leave it off!" and laugh until they wheeze, while Sam considers that and apparently decides that it's too much effort to get it back on anyway, and drops it behind himself, takes a swig around a grin.

Tina sucks Mike's toe. Mercedes drinks, combined, what's left in everyone's cup. Puck sucks Finn's ear, he and Sam have to hold him down to do it, while Kurt sighs against Blaine's neck, and Blaine notes that not many of them choose truth. He guesses that when you're this close to this many people, you end up with a lot of things to hide.

Brittany does choose truth and Santana snaps before anyone can get a word in, "Who do you love most?" and Brittany looks confused and says, "My cat."

The only other person to pick truth over dare - possibly because he's the only sober person - is Finn, and Rachel puts a hand over her mouth to quietly belch before she says, stabbing her bottle at him for emphasis, "After Quinn. Who do you love most? In this circle." Waving the bottle around them for emphasis. "This circle."

Finn stares at her, then looks across the circle and says, "Well, Kurt. He's like, my brother."

Kurt looks across at him from Blaine's shoulder, and smiles, sleepily, while Blaine brushes his hair back from his forehead and feels warm inside, because he's glad that other people love Kurt, Kurt deserves it, even if Rachel's now looking at him like she wants him dead.

The bottle catches the light as it turns. Everyone catches the light; they're all of them spangled and bright, multicoloured and glittering, and while a few people in the circle look more angry than happy now, Kurt's leaning against him warm and lovely and smiling and it's all like such a good dream . . .

And then everyone's pointing and laughing, and Blaine looks down at the bottle pointing at them.

He jogs Kurt in his arm. "Hey. Truth or dare?"

Kurt sits up. It's the first time he's tried to do anything by the power of his own muscles and he swings alarmingly, Blaine grabs his arm to keep him upright. He lifts his proud head and announces, "Dare." and Tina and Mercedes scream and Santana puts a hand over her mouth as the perfect corners of her bright red lips turn upwards. Brittany leans up to whisper into Artie's ear.

Lauren gets there first, pointing right at them. "Seven minutes in heaven in that hallway closet."

"What? We count as one, he can't stand up on his own. With who, anyway?"

Kurt swings into his chest again and says there, "With whom."

Lauren smirks, and Mercedes puts her hands over her mouth, and Finn says, "Um. I don't know if . . ."

"With each other. Duh."

Blaine stares at her and says, "How is that a dare?" but Kurt is scrabbling to his feet. It's a dangerous endeavour to start out on and Blaine has to catch him once, setting him back upright where he sways for a moment before he gets his head high, looks down at Blaine with oddly intense eyes and tugs his hand. "It's a dare," he says, glittery and imperious and really very sexy when he gets all commanding like this. "We have to."

Blaine opens his mouth to state how maybe not good an idea this is, but Kurt's already set off and Blaine gets dragged on the knees of his jeans for two steps before he manages to kick-stumble himself to his feet. Kurt sweeps out of the circle and out of the lounge, and after a second's shocked silence Blaine can hear the scramble of following feet as Kurt lurches for the doorway under the stairs. He swings the door open and Blaine catches the light switch on the outside as Kurt jerks him in after himself, turning as he steps so his arms slip around Blaine again as the door slams behind them, and suddenly the enclosed silence is a roar in his ears.


Outside the boys watch nervous from the doorway as the girls fight and scuffle and eventually arrange themselves - Tina and Mercedes and Rachel kneeling, Brittany and Santana and Lauren leaning over them, every one with a glass pressed between their ear and the door, shushing each other and open-mouthed and shocked and delighted - to listen.

Then Quinn tugs Finn's hand (Finn's face is pale and waxy) and says, "What, they're hardly going to rape each other in there, come get me a drink." and the remaining boys clear their throats all at once, and start talking about football.


"We don't have to do anything," Blaine says, now they are so suddenly alone. There's not much space to do anything anyway, the wall behind Kurt's back, shelves of shoes to the right, coats hanging to the left, and if they were anyone but them they'd have to duck. But in a the same second Kurt's hands are in his hair and Kurt's slippery pink tongue is in his mouth and oh, fuck.

He kisses back, hard, threads his fingers into Kurt's hair because it's the first time he thinks he might be able to do it without Kurt bitching about him messing it up; he doesn't, he just groans against Blaine's mouth and lets Blaine's tongue take over.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Blaine backs him into the wall with a little thump just because he needs to support himself off something and Kurt whines into the kiss, straddling one of Blaine's legs and rolling his body up against his, flush all the way. And Kurt wears really tight jeans and Blaine's hips give a little startled jerk as he feels - oh, fuck.

He's planned for the mutual loss of their virginities. In his way he's just as romantic as Kurt is, and he's put quite a lot of thought into it by now. He'd planned for time and patience and talk and low music. He'd planned on making Kurt feel so special, making him feel beautiful and respected and loved. He had really not planned on their getting drunk and being basically dared into doing it. Only now they're here he doesn't think he can stop - fuck, he doesn't want to stop, not with the way Kurt's got a hand in his hair and the other fisting his shirt, dragging him close, not when one of his hands falls to Kurt's hip and rucks up his t-shirt and he contacts sudden smooth flesh frosted with glitter and oh, god, fuck.

He breaks the kiss, ducks his head against Kurt's jaw and breathes there, "Kurt," and there might be a sentence to follow - about how they should maybe pause for a moment and think or at least get enough space to get their belts open or that there is a room full of Kurt's friends out there and this is hardly the time - but Kurt holds his head and rubs his now very obvious erection up Blaine's thigh and now Blaine has a very obvious erection too, and they have never come anywhere close to this far before.

"Kurt," he says, low and growled in a voice he's possibly never used before, catching Kurt's cheek in a hand and forcing him to meet his eyes for a moment, dazed blue and huge pupils and Blaine's hand is shaking. "Just - are you sure?"

Kurt looks at him, hot-breathed and daze-eyed and glitter-streaked all over and says, "I love you," like it answers every question, and for some reason it does send a hot pulse right down to Blaine's crotch. The thing he finds sexiest of all about Kurt - and there are so many things to find sexy about Kurt - is just how deeply he feels things. Being the focus of those feelings is -

- overwhelming, as he puts a hand over Kurt's arm and Kurt's face tilts to kiss him, a little slower, a little less wild but with no less feeling. Overwhelming because his knees are shaking and the height difference isn't so much that he has to lean far but he feels breathless with his head back like this. Overwhelming because they've never done this, not this, he's never done this and why all of a sudden is Kurt the one who's not afraid-?

Because it's him, he realises. And he has to pull back, his hands too tight on Kurt in that second, he has to hang his head and get his breath because they are sixteen years old and this is too much, not the kissing, the everything, is it meant to be this - ?

"Blaine?" Kurt says softly, his knuckles skimming down Blaine's arm, a little rough with glitter. "I . . . Blaine . . . ?"

"If we keep doing this," Blaine says, very quietly and roughly to Kurt's throat. "I can't stop."

"Then don't stop," Kurt says, very low and sure, and it's as overwhelming as a riptide, and Blaine gives up trying to swim.

He presses against him again, shifts their stance so their hipbones strike for a second before they're groin to groin and Kurt makes a high noise before Blaine catches his mouth again. The only part of him not slightly raw with glitter is his lips, his tongue, the hot wet insides of his mouth and they're going to rub themselves to rashes everywhere but where they're kissing.

"I had plans for this," Blaine growls against his mouth, trying to get a hand down between their bodies but neither of them are thinking clearly enough to do anything but sort of rhythmically slither together, and every time some part of Kurt rubs over Blaine's dick trapped behind jeans and underwear he feels himself jolt. "Was gonna- don't know. Roses, and, stuff."

"Can still have roses," Kurt whispers, slipping his legs wider so Blaine can slide in between them oh fuck really right now really really right oh fuck -


Kurt's hands grip him from behind, forcing him harder against himself, they haven't even got their belts open yet. He breathes over Blaine's open mouth, "We'll have candles."

"I was go-gonna make you - feel - feel -"

Kurt's hips twist and he makes a tight sound, his fingers dig into Blaine's jeans and he hisses, "You make me - feel - everything."

"Fuck," Blaine whimpers, and Kurt makes a choking noise underneath his jaw, and everything goes shuddery and jagged and insanely too much and Blaine can feel his hips jolting like someone else is doing the jolting, while Kurt makes little oh, oh, oh, noises against his cheek, his fingers closing in Blaine's hair, and Blaine realises that his eyes actually are open, he just can't see anything.

He blinks a few times until he can, until the sparky electricity between his legs is less agonisingly good, and the mess in his pants is beginning to get cold. Oh. Suddenly, they really are both so sixteen.

Blaine tries to lift himself off Kurt a little, and Kurt squirms against the wall, looks down though there is of course nothing to see from the outside, and he drags his teeth across his lip for a second, looks to the side. "Oh," he breathes, and looks halfway sober for the first time tonight. He hunches his shoulders up a little and looks back at Blaine, flushed and suddenly shy with his hands behind himself on the wall, and Blaine just made him come in his ridiculously tight jeans, and . . .

Blaine knows things about the male orgasm because he's read them. It's good to research the facts behind these things. An orgasm releases hormones in a man designed to make him feel warm and affectionate for his partner, evolutionarily useful as it binds mates to raise the child resulting from copulation. What it does to Blaine in that second is just shake him all the way through with how utterly he loves Kurt.

He puts his arms around him, rubs his hand through his hair and down the back of his neck and whispers, "I love you, you know I'm not just saying it, I love you," and kisses him, and Kurt quickly returns the kiss, smiling as he does. His hands settle over Blaine's shoulders and he sighs, long and soft through his nose, while Blaine kisses him gently, gently, and even for a few seconds after the door's opened he's still forgotten that there's a world outside this closet.

"Are they even using tongues? Oh my god, they're not gay, they're eunuchs." Santana says in disgust, and stalks off. Blaine lifts his head, looks confused around at the crowd of girls with empty glasses staring at them, clears his throat and says, "Was that seven minutes?"

He hopes that they'll take it for granted that they're walking a little oddly.

He hopes they don't look closely enough to notice that both of them are now both wearing both shades of glitter, pink and purple scuffed across their skin like stars.


Kurt and Blaine vanish a little bit after the closet stunt, but truth or dare had collapsed anyway after that and they're back to sitting around giggling and talking and getting up to dance when Mercedes' iPod shuffles to something really good. Once everyone actually notices that they've gone - they often vanish together, it's hardly news - a serious dissection of what might have happened in that closet begins, in the huddle of hotly debating girls. Mercedes thinks that the using a glass to hear through a wall thing is such bull, she couldn't hear anything. The edge of one of them speaking now and then. Little thumps.

Did they?

Everyone hedges their bets, no-one can be sure, not sure. Finn announces that he'll start driving people home mostly to make them stop talking because he's so obviously so uncomfortable with them discussing this; Mercedes leans up to pet his cheek and says, "Oh honey, don't worry, he's a big boy now." but she hasn't got a clue either, really. She doesn't judge her boy either way. He's just Kurt and he always will be, sometimes happier, is all.

Mike and Tina are already asleep curled up together on the sofa as everyone else piles out to the walk in one big straggling group or else Kurt's car with Finn at the wheel. Rachel is crying, and even she doesn't seem to know why, and no-one can explain how Brittany's ended up with so much of Santana's distinctive dark red glitter all over herself. Sam can't find his shirt and heads out topless and covered with all the dregs of glitter, multicoloured and twinkling like a solar system. Mr Universe. Mercedes waves them off, rubs the glitter off her exhausted eyes with her palms, heads upstairs to the bathroom.

Kurt and Blaine have been here, the sink is scummed with pink and purple glitter. She adds some silver to the mix and seriously can't be bothered to get half of it off, it sticks like goddamn cement, so she shuffles through to her room like the living dead while the dawn's beginning to tint the sky and all the birds are singing so damn loud you'd think dawn never happened before. There's a really big lump in her bed. That's never happened before.

They're huddled in so close she can't really tell which is which, is really too tired and beginning-to-be-hungover to care, just kicks them along a bit and Blaine lifts his head with a snort, blinks, squints at her, drops his head to sleep again; that means the closer body is Kurt, all limp and drowsy as she wriggles him back and settles her back along his chest. He tucks himself in around her, sighs, and someone's foot is between hers but she doesn't know whose.

"You two better not snore," she says. Kurt nuzzles her neck and mumbles something and goes back to sleep. When she wakes up they're both gone, leaving just some glitter in the sheets.


It's five fifty-five in the morning, which is a really good time to be up at. The dawn has split the sky rosy, all the underbellies of the clouds lit glowing gold and the stars bleached away, and silently, carefully, like they might break the morning if they do anything too suddenly, they walk around Mercedes' block, hand in hand, and Kurt's head is full of songs. They all make sense, now. Apart from I Am The Walrus, but still.

They walk. The cars are still and silent like the skeletons of huge animals, the lawns glisten with dew like galaxies. There's no sound anywhere but birds, and their own footsteps. Kurt looks at Blaine and he looks tired, drowsy in a very human, very sexy way, with glitter still stuck against his hairline. Last night - earlier this morning - they'd cleaned up as best they could in Mercedes' bathroom, and Kurt had physically taken Blaine by the shoulders to turn him to face the wall to change. They had both intended to sleep over and had both brought spare clothing, but despite what they'd already done, Kurt could still think of better circumstances and certainly more flattering lighting for the first time Blaine's going to see him naked. Candles are a good idea. There will be candles.

They walk. Kurt has never felt so calm in his life. His mind flutters, always, between so many things, however quickly he talks he can still never talk quickly enough for everything happening in his head. But now his mind is quiet, and still, and full of a single understanding about the moment, holding Blaine's hand and walking through the morning. He's not afraid, not anymore. There's nothing left to be afraid of. Every demon he ever had he understands the proper size of all of a sudden, and really they are all so very small. What he feels for Blaine is bigger than anything.

They walk. The sky is beginning to tint blue through the haze of pink and gold. Kurt catalogues away all the songs he doesn't feel like he can sing anymore, all those songs of uncertainty and fearful hope he's always been so good at, and finds all these new songs he'd liked before but known he could never mean, could never sing with confidence. He can, now. He will, now. He understands. He feels like Buddha. Blaine says, "I'm so tired I think I have actually given myself brain damage."

"Hush," Kurt says. "I'm having revelations."

Blaine blinks sleepily at him. "Good ones?"

"I think so."

"Share them with me?"

Kurt struggles for the words, through the dizzy exhaustion, through the leaden hangover. "They're mostly," he says, and frowns. "They're mostly about. You."

"Please say in a good way."

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Okay." His hand squeezes Kurt's for a second, and his voice is rough and slurred with lack of sleep. "I'm glad you think that. You, I, I love you, you know that, right?"

Very calmly, "Yes." He doesn't even know what it means to be uncertain right now.

"Good, awesome, great. But, you know what the best thing that could happen to us like, right at this moment in time is?"

"What, Blaine?"

He puts his head on Kurt's shoulder as they walk and whines there like a child, "Coffee, Kurt, coffee."

Kurt pets his head and keeps his Zen. "We will head back to Mercedes' place," he promises. "We will make the biggest pot of coffee in all of creation. And we will start cleaning up and it will make us feel better."

"Will it?"

"Yes. Yes it will. It is good to be distracted."

"Okay," Blaine says, trusting him, and after a few steps he manages to wobble his head upright again and they walk on, side by side and hands held and alone in all of Lima right now. It's just after six on a Saturday morning, and they could be the last people alive in the world. Or the first.

Kurt scratches his arm outstretched to hold Blaine's. There's glitter stuck in the crook of his elbow and it itches.

"And A Whiter Shade of Pale," he says, frowning a little.


"Nothing." He presses Blaine's hand, feels him press back. He needs to save some revelations for the rest of his life, after all. "Nothing."

They walk and the sun pulls the blue back into the sky, huge flushed open sky like a promise.

Maybe not All Along The Watchtower either.

But all the rest make sense, all the rest were written just for them, just for this morning, just so Kurt could understand, so suddenly, how much trust is a part of love: not just to trust the person you love, because you have to trust someone who's holding your heart in their cupped hands, but to finally trust yourself as well. Kurt understands now what Blaine needs from him just as much as he needs it from Blaine. He might be afraid again, eventually, but he will never falter, not for him.

They're approaching Mercedes' house again. There's even a little trail of glitter on the sidewalk like Tinkerbell crashed mid-flight.

Kurt says, "Maybe it's political."


"Nothing, nothing." He nudges his forehead off the side of Blaine's, he's too tired even to kiss him. "Nothing."

They walk.

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you squint when you sing: m a r r i e doatmeal_cookie on May 13th, 2011 09:55 pm (UTC)
Every demon he ever had he understands the proper size of all of a sudden, and really they are all so very small. What he feels for Blaine is bigger than anything.

Oh my dearest heart. Kurt. There is nothing about the morning after I don't love - in many ways it was even more intense than the closet scene for me, just, being in Kurt's head and reveling in his certainty and bone-deep joy, it's almost too much, and I could roll around in it forever.

SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN, lol oh god, they are such kids, and yet not, there's so much earnestness and sweetness and real love here, you always capture everything I love about them together in the things you write, and I don't want you to ever stop blowing me away like this. <3 <3 <3
Rainjoy's writingsrainjoyswriting on May 14th, 2011 04:51 pm (UTC)
I love writing him happy, he should be happy all the time, he's adorable when he's happy <3 But then he's adorable when he like, vomits, so it kind of goes without saying.

I *really love* the fact that they *are* such kids and yet sort of not at the same time, their relationship is - unique. And *enormous* fun, and I love them so. And I'm so glad you liked this =) Thank you for reading, honey. Thank you ^^
mystical van of doom: [gl] klainebowsvoldything on May 14th, 2011 12:56 am (UTC)
this is so gorgeous
Rainjoy's writingsrainjoyswriting on May 14th, 2011 04:51 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it ^^ Thanks for reading, honey =)
adridere1adridere1 on May 14th, 2011 04:13 am (UTC)
This story should be called "7 minutes in heaven". It was lovely. And fairly tamed. (I would say PG -15. Not really an R. :-). The best were Kurt's thoughts processes the morning after. Yes, he deserves the candles and the roses. We do too ... ;-)
Rainjoy's writingsrainjoyswriting on May 14th, 2011 06:15 pm (UTC)
My personal rule is that if *two* people orgasm, we call it proper smut ;) Plus at least my back is covered; I can't stop kids reading my stuff but I can at least say I gave proper warning . . .

Candles and roses totally on my to do list, but quite far below many more awkward teenage situations because I'm a bitch even when I do love the characters. And thanks for reading ;)
caedicaedi on May 14th, 2011 08:04 am (UTC)
A GLITTER PARTY! oh my god <3 this is amazing, as always and is now firmly placed in my personal headcanon. Seriously, if there is evidence in a future episode that there wasn't a Glitter Party sometime after 'Born This Way' I may cry.

There were so many lovely intimate moments in this fic I just can't pick my favourite part. I loved drunkandmellow!Kurt, this line, guh "Kurt watches him with eyes as mellow as summer seas, and smiles, and his glitter-rimed thumb slips down underneath Blaine's jaw and trails down his throat, following his swallow, following the rising warmth on his skin."

Absolutely adored everything about the 7 minutes in heaven and the party, and Mercedes snuggling in with them, and the quiet moments between them both the next morning. This paragraph was especially beautiful, you have a wonderful way with words- "There's nothing left to be afraid of. Every demon he ever had he understands the proper size of all of a sudden, and really they are all so very small. What he feels for Blaine is bigger than anything." So, um, to sum up- I loved it all <3 <3
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on May 14th, 2011 07:17 pm (UTC)
This fic was so self-indulgent because it basically contains a list of all my favourite things: boozy parties, glitter (EVERYTHING should be glittery. Especially pretty people <3), girls in the touchy-feely stage of drunkenness, boys kissing. All of which comes together, of course, when you have a glitter party ^^

So I'm glad you enjoyed it too! Thank you for reading, yay ^^
(Anonymous) on May 14th, 2011 09:26 am (UTC)
I found a link to your stories on tumblr, and omg, I love everything about these. Really, some of the best Glee fics. I love the way you characterize Kurt and Santana especially. I really wish the show had shown a little bit of drunk!kurt or something in BIOTA. S1 drunk was a little too depressing. But I have the feeling he has the potential to be canon drunk hilarious. I can't wait to read more! Assuming you're planning to continue that is <3

~creepy anon who doesn't have lj
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on May 14th, 2011 07:24 pm (UTC)
I love Kurt and Santana the most so I'm glad you think they work out well =) And while I understand entirely why Kurt has been put off alcohol, now he's got less to mope about I bet he'd be an adorable drunk. After he gets past the shrill stage, yeah.

So, glad you've enjoyed the fic so far! And it owns my life so I imagine there'll be more, yes ^^; Thanks for reading, honey <3
rentfaerierentfaerie on May 14th, 2011 09:42 am (UTC)
I love your writing so much. Thank you for that little bit of smut to brighten my day. ^__^

I'm looking forward to more fic!
Rainjoy's writingsrainjoyswriting on May 14th, 2011 07:24 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it! And thanks for reading, honey ^^
elle: [glee] not as think as you drunk i amelanorelle on May 14th, 2011 03:01 pm (UTC)
Quite apart from the obvious delights of drunk!Kurt (when he isn't throwing up on Ms. Pillsbury's shoes), this was absolutely lovely, especially that last little bit from Kurt's perspective, which had that wonderful feeling of drunk!logic when everything makes sense in a completely nonsensical way. This was a really lovely read. ♥
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on May 14th, 2011 07:25 pm (UTC)
Oh my god, drunk!logic is the best logic. I should always be drunk, I'm so fucking *wise* when I'm drunk ;) I'm really glad you enjoyed it, honey, especially as it contained 100% less vomit than Kurt's previous foray into alcohol. Thanks for reading! ^^
(Anonymous) on May 14th, 2011 10:13 pm (UTC)
I don't have a live journal, so I'm going anon here, but I LOVE THIS. I seriously saw this gigantic box of different tubes of glitter by Martha Stewart while I was at the craft store today, and wanted to buy it because of this fic, haha.

Anyway, I love you FMA fics, and have read all of your Glee ones so far, and absolutely ADORE all of it. I'm a little obsessed with 'klaine' right now...okay, a lot obsessed. ;)This is fantastic! Keep on writing, por favor!! <3
Rainjoy's writingsrainjoyswriting on May 15th, 2011 06:43 pm (UTC)
*claps hands* I need more glitter. Only have purple, but writing this made me want to branch out ;)

I'm really glad you've been enjoying the fic ^^ I'm really glad for the people who read both fandoms, too - I think they're all very, very pretty boys, and I get nice warm fuzzies when other people agree, hee. So thank you. And thanks for reading, too =)
evil_whimsey: Ed Loveevil_whimsey on May 14th, 2011 10:30 pm (UTC)

Well I guess you can chalk me up as another victim of your Glee obsession. ;D I never intended to watch any it, and I just finished watching all of it.

And I really have to thank you for that. Also, this is beautiful.
Rainjoy's writingsrainjoyswriting on May 15th, 2011 06:44 pm (UTC)
I'm so sorry, I did a gigglesnort thing when I read this. But I KNOW. It is so bloody *addictive* even when you never wanted to watch it in the first place. And I'm in far too deep to regret it now ^^;

So, I'm glad you've been having fun with a new fandom, anyway, and glad you liked the fic - and thanks for reading, as always, honey =)
lelann137: glee-kurt smirklelann137 on May 15th, 2011 02:20 pm (UTC)
nothing makes drunk logic better than glitter. wonderful story, thanks for sharing!
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on May 15th, 2011 06:45 pm (UTC)
Always the glitter! Glad you liked it, honey, and thanks for reading =)
kagedtigerkagedtiger on May 15th, 2011 05:35 pm (UTC)
D'awww. I've just read all your Glee stuff (or at least, all your Glee stuff in the recent run; don't know if you wrote anything before that), and it's lovely! I really enjoy your work. I'm so happy you're writing, and actually it's really fun that you're a little behind with the run of the episodes, because it's sort of like getting to experience them again for the first time through reading your fics. (Hope that doesn't sound too weird or stalkery. Heh.)

Anyway, I love your work and I hope you continue to write Klaine.
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on May 15th, 2011 06:48 pm (UTC)
I did not write any Glee!fic before this, I tried very hard not to write even this except those boys ended up pwning me. Anyway. I'm glad you've been enjoying it =) The only good thing I've discovered so far about being behind on episodes is that when I *do* get to see one, there's usually a bunch of relevant fic already waiting for me afterwards - yay!

Thanks for reading, honey - I imagine I will be stuck writing them for a while, so you can expect more, hee ^^
meggie87: Klainemeggie87 on May 15th, 2011 09:46 pm (UTC)
I found out yesterday you ffs, and today I finished EVERYTHING. I can confirm that you're now one of the best Glee writers, really. I love your style and your Kurt and Blaine and everything, I was so caught up in your stories that in the breaks from my studying session, I come here and read something.
Wow :) I really really enjoy everything. My favourite are probably Someone like you (AMAZING, God *O*) and Rules of Play <3
My English is soooo bad right now XD And when I find something that I really like I usually don't know what to say /o\
I can't wait for something else, you're really an amazing writer :) <3
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on May 16th, 2011 05:40 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you've enjoyed the fic, honey =) They're a lovely pairing to get to write for, they make me so happy, so I'm glad to get to share the happy around, hee.

Thank you very much for being sweet, and for reading ^^
NekoKriszty: Fem!Narunekokriszty on May 16th, 2011 09:21 pm (UTC)
Now I need to have a glitter party. And build myself a closet.

Drunk!Kurt wasn't coherent enough for... Anything, really, except the smexytiemz part, and it was so different :D Kurt Hummel, out of it XD

And the last scene made it all *so sweet*!!

I'm in love with you, girl. Thank you for all these posts :3 you made my evening ^^
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on May 17th, 2011 08:08 am (UTC)
My next birthday is so being a glitter party <3 I'm glad you liked this one, honey - glad you had a good evening ^^ Thanks for reading!
A still more glorious dawnprologi on May 19th, 2011 04:39 pm (UTC)
This is so, so gorgeous, especially the last part. I love and adore that feeling of being deliriously tired and feeling like the world is there for you alone and like everything fits together.
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on May 19th, 2011 05:48 pm (UTC)
Oh, I miss those happy hangovers. I need to get wasted, seriously, I swear it's good for you ;)

I'm glad you liked it, honey. Thanks for reading it =)
blue_peridotblue_peridot on May 27th, 2011 08:39 pm (UTC)
oh, this is beautiful. why can't i track you? i love how kurt gets when he's drunk, he's all kittenish. and that they're considered as one. i like the truth questions, and the dares- they're quite revealing. i love the 'glitter party'. lol. wonder if that's work irl... they got a wonderful dare, and i like how it played out. and their dissapearance. but the morning after was most lovely- so calm, certain, assured, full of love.
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on May 28th, 2011 06:00 pm (UTC)
I miss drunk!Kurt, he needs to drink more. I understand why he doesn't but they could cater to the fanservice just sometimes =/ And I'm totally having a glitter party for my next birthday; the eyeliner party went down very well (pretty boys should always be wearing eyeliner <3), so glitter is the obvious next step ;)

Thanks for reading, honey, I'm glad you liked it ^^
Karen von S.lookninjas on May 28th, 2011 12:57 am (UTC)
Just found this, and it's brilliant. I think somehow my favorite bit is at the end, with Kurt getting sidetracked by all the songs that still don't make sense. It's perfect hangover logic.
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on May 28th, 2011 06:04 pm (UTC)
Oh hangover logic and the wisdom you bring <3 I'm glad you liked it, honey. Thanks for reading ^^
sockcreaturesockcreature on May 28th, 2011 01:16 am (UTC)
So today I found out one of my absolute favorite Roy/Ed writers has Klaine fic too. And not just any fic: WONDERFUL fic.
Will you ever cease to amaze me?
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on May 28th, 2011 06:05 pm (UTC)
I pick all the prettiest boys ;) I'm really glad you've enjoyed the fic, honey! Thanks for reading ^^
mrsdrjackson: Love - Darren Crissmrsdrjackson on May 31st, 2011 12:25 am (UTC)
GLITTER PARTY. :D Awesome fic!
Rainjoy's writings: kurt!rainjoyswriting on May 31st, 2011 08:15 am (UTC)
ALWAYS GLITTER. I'm glad you liked it, honey, thanks for reading ^^
The Talking Malibu Stacey Doll: my addictionspecialj67 on June 2nd, 2011 12:29 am (UTC)
I agree with drunk!Kurt--I am listening to "I Am The Walrus" right now and I'm still just...what, song?! What are you, I still do not get it?!?!

Anyway. I simply adore this fic. All of the drunken party shenanigans to the morning after...it was all perfect.
Rainjoy's writings: kurt!rainjoyswriting on June 2nd, 2011 05:26 pm (UTC)
I suspect that one must be a really special kind of high to understand that song. I also suspect that the comedown required will not make it worth it ;)

I'm glad you liked it, honey ^^ Thanks for reading!
Green Queen: Glee: Lips Look Deliciousgreen_queen on June 12th, 2011 02:29 am (UTC)
That was gorgeous. I want to see them all covered in glitter and cuddly and sleepy. Gorgeous.
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on June 12th, 2011 06:19 pm (UTC)
Always the glitter <3 I'm glad you liked it, honey. Thanks for reading ^^
mayberry_rosemayberry_rose on July 16th, 2011 09:29 am (UTC)
This is the most insanely, ridiculously gorgeous thing, and oh, the lazily-sexy-boozy-teenage-party vibe, and stupidly late nights and then early morning walks, and Kurt being so sweet and pliant and the image of them trying to co-dependently drink vodka and the GLITTER. God, the glitter.

I love Blaine's voice the whole story through, and Kurt's calm, wonderfully odd musings about the meanings of songs, and them deciding it would be both good and appropriate to go cuddle/sleep in Mercedes bed, and Finn's manly discomfort, and Rachel being the one girl who is inevitably crying at the end of the party, and everything about Mercedes, and Brittany and Santana.

Such a gorgeous thing. It reminds me of things I love about nights out with friends, and the moments in the middle of those nights when lights spangle out like they have halos and it feels like we could be young forever.

(By which I basically mean that it captures everything I love about this couple, and I adore it)
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on July 16th, 2011 06:07 pm (UTC)
Oh god houseparties are my *favourite* thing. I just love crashing out on someone's floor at that exact stage of drunkenness where you actually cannot stop laughing. Other favourite things include pretty boys wearing glitter and girls at the stage of drunkenness where they need to touch each other a lot, so, yeah, all of the above ^^;

them deciding it would be both good and appropriate to go cuddle/sleep in Mercedes bed

*rofls a bit* Bless them, of course it's appropriate! What could be more appropriate? Oh god it's been too long since I've been drunk enough to make those kinds of decisions, clearly I need to throw my own glitter party ;) So I'm really glad you liked it, honey - it was a very self-indulgent fic, just everything I love jammed in together, so I'm glad if it made other people happy too. And thank you for reading it, of course =)
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Bemused Girl: Smexminervasolo on July 17th, 2011 08:51 pm (UTC)
I really enjoyed this, especially getting a slice of Kurt's PoV at the end (with drunk!fic it sometimes risks being a bit dubcon, which getting both PoVs counters). I love his realisation that actually he can't suddenly understand every song, and still being drunk enough to speculate outloud.
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on July 19th, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it, honey =) Drunken revelations are the best revelations, of course, though hungover revelations have their own glory ;) Thanks for reading!
downmiles: Blaine and Kurt oh deardrinkingstars on August 13th, 2011 09:40 am (UTC)
You're like, amazing.
Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 15th, 2011 07:51 pm (UTC)
Yeah, blushing now. But I'm really glad you liked it ;) Thanks for reading! ^^
chocolate6969chocolate6969 on August 20th, 2011 08:32 pm (UTC)
This is just so adorable and hot and sweet and slfjsdkfj.

Finn stares at her, then looks across the circle and says, "Well, Kurt. He's like, my brother."

Kurt looks across at him from Blaine's shoulder, and smiles, sleepily, while Blaine brushes his hair back from his forehead and feels warm inside, because he's glad that other people love Kurt, Kurt deserves it, even if Rachel's now looking at him like she wants him dead.

That made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside ♥
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on August 31st, 2011 04:02 pm (UTC)
Glee's a good show for the warm fuzzies ^^ I'm glad you liked it honey, thanks for reading!
captains_girl: Glee: Kurtcaptains_girl on August 23rd, 2011 01:08 pm (UTC)
This fic is so beautiful and funny and awesome. I especially love the ending, was so calm and Romantic, I guess.

And you can never have too much glitter :D

Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 31st, 2011 04:02 pm (UTC)
NEVER too much glitter! I'm glad you liked it honey, thanks for reading! And sorry to be so late in getting back to you ^^;