Burt quietly walked down the stairs, hoping not to alert Kurt of his presence. He was sneaking down to the kitchen to get another (small) piece of pie, after all.
The light of the fridge lit up the kitchen as Burt scanned the shelves for a bottle of milk. As Burt stood up straighter again, something caught his eye in the living room.
The television was on, quietly replaying the tune to the Sound of Music (over and over again, so it must have been the DVD menu). In the dim light of the TV and the small side table lamp, Burt saw that Kurt and Blaine were passed out cold on the couch.
A small flash of anger burst through Burt. It was past ten and even though it was summer, Blaine should have been home by now. A protective feeling tugged at him, as well. As Burt walked closer, he saw that Blaine was sprawled across Kurt, his head resting on his chest. He thought he had told Kurt about being inappropriate….
When he was finally standing over the two on the couch, however, all that faded away.
Kurt and Blaine’s hands were laced together, dangling over the side of the couch. Burt looked up at Kurt’s face - it was utterly relaxed, pressed halfway into Blaine’s hair (thankfully the kid didn’t have his gel in today).
Burt couldn’t really remember a time when Kurt looked this relaxed and happy.
Burt sighed, scratching his head. He reached down and flipped off the TV with the remote. He grabbed the throw blanket on the back of the couch and gently placed it over the two boys. With one last look at his son and his boyfriend, Burt flipped off the lamp and went up stairs to call Blaine’s family so they wouldn’t worry.
THE AWARDS. ALL OF THEM. TAKE THEM.
So before kurt could even do his bRittany stay away from my man thing, Santana came out and kissed Brittany. Then kurt read this amazing poem which mentioned Tumblr and twitter wanting them to get together. He mentioned Emmys. Then he did his proposal thing and blaine goes kurt you had me at Emmy and then BAM FRENCH KISS!!
This queue for the tram is long
FRENCH KISS WOT.
french kiss don’t fuck with me omg
please please please dont let it be trollling
They kissed. In Ireland. THEY KISSED.
I NEED A VIDEO OF IT NOW
Football and Scarves
Something I drew a while back but just thought I’d share with y’all :)
Submitted from pandasky
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