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HEY, PLEASE READ THIS- ITS SERIOUSLY IMPORTANT THE FATE OF YOUR INTERNET-LIFE IS AT STAKE!!!!!! APPARENTLY THERE IS A HACKER ON DEVIANTART, CALLED 'LIFE OWNER'..... TELL EVERYONE ON YOUR LIST BECAUSE IF SOMEBODY ON YOUR LIST ADDS HIM THEN YOU WILL GET HIM ON YOUR LIST. HE WILL FIGURE OUT YOUR ID COMPUTER ADDRESS, SO COPY AND PASTE THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE EVEN IF YOU DON'T CARE FOR THEM AND FAST BECAUSE IF HE HACKS THEIR EMAIL HE HACKS YOUR MAIL TOO (I think what it means by that is that he could assume the identity of your friends, and FOOL you into opening the letter since you think it's your friend that's sending it )!!... Anyone using Int

AN: This is in the same ‘verse as my fic Nervous (written for a FirstKlaineKit prompt). Emily’s Burt and Carole’s daughter, Finn’s and Kurt’s younger sister; she’s a middle school student. ——— Oh Sweetheart - Blaine and Jane pick up Kurt at the train station. — Blaine looked at his daughter out of the corner of his eye when she sighed and shifted again in her seat, clearly fighting the urge to get up and pace. They were sitting on a bench at the train station, waiting for her father, his husband, to arrive. Kurt had gone to Ohio for a week to help look after Burt when he spraine

It’s Finally Happening -  It’s Klaine’s wedding day and the grooms are more excited (and a little bit late) than nervous. — Kurt: Kurt stared at himself in the hotel’s bathroom mirror; today was the day, it was finally here, it was really happening. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, at twenty-one years old, was getting married. He was getting married! He smiled and sighed happily at his reflection, bit his lip to keep from squealing. “Hummel, quick gawking at yourself and get your ass out here,” Santana called from the bedroom. Kurt rolled his eyes, but the smile didn't leave his face. “Santana, stop

The Four Big Events - Klaine’s biggest anniversaries and what happens on them. — Friday March 15, 2013 Kurt: “Why so gloomy, Hummel,” Santana asked with a lifted eyebrow when he walked into the kitchen for his morning coffee with red eyes, less than perfectly done hair, and a sad frown. “I’m just tired,” he mumbled, “it’s nothing.” “Like hell—” “Santana, leave it alone,” Rachel hissed. The Latina rolled her eyes, but didn’t say another word while Kurt was in the kitchen. The three ate their breakfast and drank their coffee in silence. Later

The Story of Us - Prince Blaine meets Wood-Nymph!Kurt…sort of. — Once upon a fairytale in a small royaldom called Daltis, there lived a prince; a beautiful prince with beautiful raven curls and soft, warm golden eyes. He was the secound son to the king and queen and loved by his people. The prince’s name was Blaine, Blaine Warbler Devon of the sons of Ander. The prince was happy with his life, he was, but his heart was lonely and yearned for companionship. So, on the eve of his nineteenth birthday, Prince Blaine set out in search of his soulmate. He traveled through many lands and search for many years (like two), but al

Of Badboys and Glee Club -  Kurt is dating the school’s badboy and tries to convince him to join Glee. — Kurt and Rachel were talking at Kurt’s locker—well Rachel was talking and Kurt was fighting the urge to stuff his scarf in her mouth; Russian silk or not. “Rachel,” he said in a tired voice, “really it’s none of your—” “I am merely looking out for you, Kurt,” she interrupted, “Blaine Anderson is a bad influence  he gets detention nearly every single day and-and what are you going to do when it effects your reputation? And don’t even get me started on th

The Asking of the First Date - Everyone always assumed that Blaine would be the one to ask. It started with a comment; a simple, fumbling, shy “I want to take you on a date…please” after a tiring Warbler’s practice. And Blaine smiled because the blush darkening Kurt’s cheeks was sweet and adorable. The chestnut haired boy just looked so nervous, afraid the answer would be no. Blaine kissed his boyfriend’s soft, pink cheek, grinned internally when Kurt’s blush got a little darker. “I would be honored to go on a date with you.” “Yeah,” Kurt said a little breathlessly, a littl