Fill My Heart With Song
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fleurdeliseebckpTitle: Fill My Heart With Song
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fleurdelisee
Word Count: ~5,000
Rating: G
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary:
"I used to defend you, you know." Kurt turns his head and meets Blaine's puzzled eyes. "When my friends called you a hipster."
"I'm not a hipster," Blaine replies in a huff.
"Oh, honey, have you seen you?"
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Author Notes: It’s so fluffy and saccharine you might want to schedule an appointment with your dentist before you read this. Inspired by my own weekend spent putting back together my grandparents’ turntable with my father. The song that’s not named is School by Supertramp (it seriously kicks ass, you should check it out). Title is from Fly Me To The Moon, which was mostly popularised by Frank Sinatra because I am unoriginal and cheesy, all at once.
All opinions expressed in this mostly belong to the author, because even if she hates to admit it, she’s a huge hipster at heart (and apparently likes to spontaneously talk in the third person).
“Kurt, while I can’t deny a young Harrison Ford’s appeal, when I suggested roleplay, I didn’t have Indiana Jones in mind.”
Kurt looks up from the box he’s searching through to raise his eyebrow at Blaine and even though he’s trying to look annoyed, Blaine can see his cheeks are pink, something that always happens when Blaine makes even a slight reference to their eventual sex life. “I thought you didn’t mind helping me try to find clothes to give Sam.”
“I don’t. It’s just—you have a lot of boxes of clothes.”
Kurt would like to tell Blaine he’s exaggerating. He really would, but it would be a lie. There’s no denying it now that they’ve spend the past two hours in the Hummel-Hudsons’ basement, sifting through boxes of clothes Kurt’s not wearing anymore.
“It’s not all clothes I don’t wear anymore, by the way,” is all Kurt replies. “Some of them, I just never got around to unpacking after the move, and then with Dalton and the uniforms, I didn’t feel the need. But now I realise that most of them are way out.”
“So they’re all clothes you’re not wearing anymore,” Blaine finishes. “You know, you could open your own thrift store.”
“No one but me wants to wear most of those clothes, sadly.”
“I’d wear them.”
“Oh, honey. You’re way too short for that,” Kurt coos, his voice going higher and a smirk twisting his lips.
Blaine grabs a pair of argyle socks and throws them at Kurt’s head, hitting him square in the middle of the forehead. Kurt mock gasps before glaring and using balled up white gloves in retaliation. He misses Blaine’s head by a foot.
“Ah!” Blaine says loudly, pointing at Kurt. “You missed!”
“If you could stop stating the obvious and retrieved those gloves, that’d be a lot more constructive. Those were in the pile of things I’m giving Sam.”
“There’s no way he’s wearing those, just saying,” Blaine says as he crawls deeper under the basement staircase, among the boxes, to try to find the gloves.
“Why is that?” he faintly hears Kurt say. Between the noise made by the washing machine running a cycle of Kurt’s shirts and the mountain of clothes standing in front of him, his voice comes to Blaine muffled the farther he gets away from him.
“Do you really see Sam wearing white leather gloves? I’m pretty sure this goes in the category of things only you would wear.”
“People don’t know what they’re missing out on.” Kurt sighs and Blaine hears him tearing the tape off another box.
Focusing on his task, Blaine continues crawling on his knees, trying to fit in between the many boxes to find the damned gloves. Once he finally spots them, he stubs his elbow on the corner of something very hard in his hurry to reach them.
“Ouch!” he cries out, cradling his elbow and sitting back on his heels. “Ow, ow, ow I hit my funny bone, ugh.”
Kurt awes and chuckles. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”
Blaine grins. “Yeah,” he replies and replaces his grin with a pout as soon as Kurt starts crawling on his knees towards him. Blaine pushes his elbow up towards Kurt and smiles when he softly presses his lips to it, staring up at him through his eyelashes all the while and damn, Blaine’s hyperactive imagination is picturing another situation in which Kurt would be staring up at him with his lips on his skin and—
“Better?”
“Yes, thank you.” Blaine pecks Kurt’s lips quickly before leaning forward and retrieving the gloves, hiding his flustered face from view.
He’s about to follow Kurt back when he sees what he hit his arm against. It’s an old turntable, one that clearly wasn’t made to look vintage but actually is. Letting his eyes travel down, Blaine sees it’s resting on an amplifier that’s just as old and then sees two large wooden speaker boxes. His eyes widen and his lips part slightly.
“Oh my god, Kurt,” he breathes out, his eyes leaving the treasure he found to look at his boyfriend. “You didn’t tell me you had a turntable.”
“It’s Carole’s, I think,” Kurt answers with a shrug. “I doubt it works.”
“Are you kidding me? Those things are totally sturdy. It could survive anything.”
“Even almost two decades in a dank basement? Come on, we have to finish this before my dad sees the mess and has another fit over how irresponsibly I spend my money.”
“No, wait, I’m serious. This is awesome. Can we take it out and try it?” Blaine puts on his best pleading face and pouts.
Kurt’s mouth twitches and then he sighs. “When we’re done with the clothes.”
Blaine cheers and then hurries back to the box he was digging through. While he was working slowly before, he is now quickly sorting clothes and Kurt doesn’t miss the change.
“If I’d known that ancient technology made you so enthusiastic, I would have let you look at my dad’s cellphone before we started working, you know.”
“Shut up,” Blaine replies. “You don’t understand.”
Kurt shrugs and goes back to work.
An hour and a half later, Blaine knots the last bag shut and lets out a long sigh before slumping on the couch. “So many clothes,” he moans.
Kurt chuckles and sits next to him, leaning into his side and resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Sam’s a good guy. It’s the least I could do. Now I’m exhausted, though.” Blaine lets his weight fall against Kurt until the other boy chuckles and wraps his arms around Blaine’s shoulders.
“Too exhausted for the turntable?”
Blaine’s eyes open and he grins. “Can I really take it out?”
“I doubt Carole will mind. She nearly threw it out when we moved.”
Blaine jumps to his feet and heads back to the mountains of boxes the Hummel-Hudsons never unpacked. It takes him a few minutes to clear a path but once he’s done, he hurriedly moves the heavy objects to the coffee table. Kurt watches him the entire time, not moving to help, even when he sees Blaine struggling with the speakers.
Once he’s done, he collapses back on the couch and wipes his sweaty forehead. He leans into Kurt while he catches his breath, studying what’s in front of him.
“Not to burst your bubble or anything, but there’s no way this is still functional,” Kurt comments. He’s playing with the few curls that broke free from Blaine’s gel and are now hanging on his forehead and Blaine closes his eyes for a moment to better enjoy the feeling.
“Not after I’m done with it, it won’t.”
“It won’t be functional…?” Kurt says and Blaine can see the face he’s making in his head without having to open his eyes: he’s squinting and biting back a smirk.
“It won’t not be functional.”
“Double negative? Really?”
Blaine hums and leans up to kiss Kurt quickly, smiling when Kurt chases his lips to prolong the moment. “Did you ever notice the sound system in my living room?” When Kurt shakes his head, Blaine continues. “If you had, you’d have seen that most people would call my dad – quote – batshit crazy – unquote.”
“And?”
“This is the only thing we have in common,” Blaine finishes in a mutter. He sinks to his knees between the couch and the table and wipes the plastic cover of the turntable. His hand leaves a trail in the dust covering it and he sighs. “My poor girl, people haven’t been treating you very well, have they?”
“Are you talking to it?”
“Shut up,” Blaine mutters.
Kurt joins him on the floor and draws a heart in the dust before bumping his shoulder against Blaine’s. “So, want to see if it works?”
“Can I?” Blaine says and he groans when his voice sounds stupidly hopeful.
“Of course you can. My dad and Carole kept their old records, they’re somewhere around here.”
Blaine grins and then starts working, studying bits and parts Kurt cannot put a name on. He’s making desperate noises and muttering things that sound like ‘barbaric’ and ‘disheartening’ and this is Kurt’s cue to leave him alone.
“Everything alright down there?” Burt asks him when he enters the kitchen. Kurt feels like his father is studying his appearance as he watches him cross the kitchen, as if he expected Kurt to wear his shirt inside out or Blaine’s pants.
“Yeah. We’re done with the clothes and now Blaine is having a conversation with Carole’s old turntable. I decided to let them have their moment together.”
“That old thing?” Carole says, sitting next to Burt at the counter. She takes a sip of the cup of tea she’s clutching and smiles when she catches Kurt’s eyes on it. “There’s more in the tea pot on the oven, honey.”
Kurt crosses the kitchen and reaches in the cupboard for two cups. “Yeah. He hit his elbow against it when we were looking through boxes and now it’s like he wants to marry it. I would be jealous if it weren’t a thirty years old piece of musical equipment,” Kurt deadpans as he fills the cups and prepares one to his taste and one to Blaine’s.
“It was Christopher’s,” Carole says quietly without looking up from her magazine. “It was his pride and joy. I used to joke and say I could forget about having children as long as this thing was working.” She pauses and puts her hand on Burt’s arm. “I packed it up so Finn wouldn’t break it. Tell Blaine if he makes it work again, I’ll talk Burt out of trying to scare him.”
“Will do,” Kurt says, ignoring his father’s disgruntled protest. Kurt takes a tray from the top of the fridge and lays the two cups on it, along with a bowl of strawberries he found in the fridge, before carefully crossing the room again and going down the stairs. He finds Finn sitting where he was minutes ago, watching what Blaine is doing with intent. “I brought you tea.”
“I don’t like tea,” Finn says.
“Not you, dummy. Blaine.” Kurt rolls his eyes and Blaine chuckles, taking the cup Kurt is handing him and thanking him. “How’s it going?” Kurt sits on the couch next to his step-brother and pops a strawberry in his mouth, not missing the way Blaine stares at his mouth the whole time.
“Not good. It looks like someone ripped the wires out. Most of the connections are toast.”
“It was my dad’s, you know,” Finn comments, studying a strawberry like he wonders if it’s going to poison him if he eats it.
“Your mom told me, yes.” Kurt bites his lip when he puts the pieces together and realises it’s quite possible the wires were ripped out of it, just like some of his own mother’s belongings were handled roughly by his grieving father. “Carole says if you can make it work, she’ll make sure my dad stops trying to chase you away.”
“I don’t think anything can stop Papa Hummel from terrifying me any chance he gets.” Blaine fakes a shudder.
Half an hour later, Kurt yawns loudly and glances at Finn, who looks just as bored. Blaine has his head halfway buried in one of the speaker boxes, his arm bent at an awkward angle to hold a flashlight inside.
“Oh my god, who the hell put that together? It looks like they smashed the crossover into place. I mean, I have to admire the ingenuity, I personally wouldn’t have used blue tack in lieu of soldering, but this really isn’t time-proof.”
“Is he always like that?” Finn asks, lolling his head to the side against the back of the couch to look at Kurt.
“Like what?”
“Like he thinks he’s so good.”
“Condescending? It’s on and off. Usually it depends on what he had for lunch.”
“I can hear you, FYI,” Blaine comments, his voice muffled.
Kurt smirks at Finn and rolls his eyes. They both jump when Blaine suddenly straightens up, wiping his hands on his pants after letting the flashlight fall to the carpeted floor with a dull clunk. “I’ll need supplies. I’ll be right back,” Blaine says quickly and runs upstairs.
“Bye Blaine, it was nice seeing you!” Kurt calls after him, his eyebrow quirked. Blaine doesn’t come back. "Can you help me with something?" he asks Finn a few minutes later.
"Depends."
"You see those bags? I need to put them in my car."
"You mean I have to move?" Finn says in a long-suffering moan, sinking lower on the couch. "Fine," he adds, sighing for show. "But you make me a batch of your brownies, it's been ages and I have a chocolate craving."
Kurt figures it's a fair enough deal and they both get up, each grabbing one of the heavy bags and slowly dragging them upstairs.
"What the hell's in there?" Finn asks, his breath short.
Kurt stops and bites his lip. He needs to lie and quickly. "Just—clothes I'm giving to charity. It was about time I sorted through my boxes."
Finn hums and nods before starting to move towards the front door again.
Kurt and Finn are just done hauling the bags of clothing in Kurt’s Navigator’s trunk when Blaine’s car pulls into their driveway. He waves at them and then goes back inside, a canvas back clutched in his hand.
“Your boyfriend is weird, man,” Finn comments as they hear the front door slamming shut. Kurt bites back his smile. “Why are you smiling?”
“It’s the first time you call him my boyfriend,” Kurt answers, feeling stupid.
It’s Finn’s turn to roll his eyes and Kurt is about to playfully hit him on the arm when Finn reaches over and ruffles Kurt’s hair. The playful hit turns into a real one and Finn yelps. Calling him a wimp, Kurt goes back inside and downstairs, where he finds Blaine manipulating something that looks potentially dangerous.
“What’s that?”
“Soldering iron. I’m doing damage control, really.”
“You know how to solder?” Kurt asks incredulously as he sits on the edge of the couch.
“Last time I tried I set something on fire,” Blaine answers dismissively, his eyes fixed on what he’s doing; coating tiny wires with some sort of metal. His brows are furrowed in concentration and there’s a look of determination on his face that makes him look years younger.
Kurt feels something tighten inside his chest as he watches Blaine work. It's bubbling up in his ribcage, threatening to choke him. The three words he doesn't dare say yet are there, right there, on the tip of his tongue but he can't say them, can't risk it just yet. To keep them from spilling out, he leans forward and presses a kiss to Blaine's temple, who looks up and grins.
Kurt sinks to the floor and scrambles on his knees until he can sit down on his heels next to Blaine. “What are you doing exactly?”
“I’m not sure. I’m just reproducing what I saw my father do. I mean,” he pauses and makes a silly face. “He’s not a very good teacher so he never actually explained it in details, but I know this is what I need to do to make it work.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
“Unscrew the speakers out of this other one for me? Screwdriver’s over there. You know how?” Kurt stares at Blaine until he looks up and then he winces. “That was mean, wasn’t it? I’m so sorry, honey.”
Kurt rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re gorgeous. And yes, I know how to unscrew screws. My dad’s a mechanics. I literally grew up with power tools in my hands.”
Blaine is quiet for a second. “That’s what she said,” he whispers before bursting out laughing.
“Oh my god, are you for real?” Kurt moans and pushes his shoulder. He bites hard on the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing.
“Careful! Hot metal-melting thing in my hand! Fire hazard!” Blaine calls, moving the soldering iron around wildly.
Their laughter brings Finn down and with his help - not that Blaine lets him do anything technical, but he comes in handy when there are heavy things to move around - half an hour later Blaine is plugging the turntable and amplifier in the wall, grinning from ear to ear.
"What now?" Finn asks from his spot on the floor, where he's eating his way through an entire box of cookies, spilling crumbs all over himself and the carpet.
"Well," Blaine says, reaching down to grab two cookies and handing one to Kurt, who's perched on the couch. "We need records."
"Is that a code for 'Finn you have more heavy stuff to move around'?" Finn asks warily, squinting.
Blaine gives him his best grin, the one that reduces Kurt's knees to jelly, and Finn rolls his eyes. "Please?"
“You know where they are, right? You helped my dad move them there in the first place, Finn,” Kurt adds.
"No wonder you get two get along so well," he mutters before getting up. "That doesn't mean you can make out when I'm there!" he then cries out when Blaine and Kurt smile at each other and exchange a kiss. He walks away from them, muttering 'there’s a time and a place, dudes, seriously' under his breath.
Blaine joins Kurt on the couch while they wait and takes his hand. Kurt smiles and leans into him.
"I used to defend you, you know." Kurt turns his head and meets Blaine's puzzled eyes. "When my friends called you a hipster."
"I'm not a hipster," Blaine replies in a huff.
"Oh, honey, have you seen you?" When Blaine frowns, Kurt continues. "I mean, the turned-up cuffs of your jeans could have been interpreted as a questionable take on current fashion, and the cardigans as a wink to nerd chic, but the fact that I fear you might break up with me to marry a turntable kind of killed all of your hopes to ever save yourself the horror of being called a hipster. Sorry."
"He has a point," Finn comments, a smirk on his face, moving the last of four milk crates near the coffee table.
"Hush, you," Blaine snaps, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not a hipster! You guys don't understand—"
"Obviously," Kurt cuts him, smirking, too, at how defensive Blaine suddenly is.
"—it's not because vintage is cool, okay? Most of the time vintage is a synonym for overpriced or broken. But this is different. It's the entire experience of listening to music on a turntable. It's—you don't just double-click on a title or put in a CD. There are steps and you need to be careful and even when you've done all of this, it's not really satisfying because the sound kind of sucks, but it's—it's. You'll see."
Kurt raises his eyebrows and bites back a smile. Finn is staring blankly at Blaine, not sure if he's allowed to laugh and when he meets Kurt’s eyes, he mouths ‘an experience’ with a disbelieving look etched on his face.
Blaine gets off the couch and kneels in front of one of the crates, swiftly looking through the records. Kurt is about to make fun of him for talking to himself and being way too intense, but then Blaine lets out a small 'a-ha!' and pulls a record out. Finn peers over his shoulder and bursts out laughing.
"Supertramp?!"
"I'm aware it lacks power-house rock anthems to satisfy you, Finn, but anyway your taste in music sucks, so shut up," Blaine snaps. Kurt snorts and extends his hand to high-five Blaine. "Just a warning: there's a 80% chance it will suck. I need to adjust a bunch of things," Blaine warns as he slowly slips the record from out of the paper envelope. “The needle’s in a terrible state but I managed to straighten it a little. You’ll have to buy a new one, eventually.”
Kurt only nods. He has to admit that Blaine’s enthusiasm is rubbing off on him and he’s eager to see if it will work. Finn, too, looks suddenly enthralled and they all wait in silence as Blaine finishes preparing the table and then carefully positions the needle on the record.
It doesn’t take more than ten seconds of the opening bars of harmonica before Burt and Carole appear at the bottom of the stairs, matching grins on their faces. They join Kurt and Finn on the couch and Blaine is positively beaming.
“Wait, it sounds weird, don’t you think?” Burt comments after a while, frowning and crossing the room to crouch next to Blaine.
Blaine hums and nods, looking seriously at the amplifier. That’s when something Kurt never thought he’d see happens: his father and Blaine start discussing like two old friends, fiddling with buttons and listening intently before adjusting other things.
“I think this is the first real conversation they have without either of them looking uneasy or petrified with fear,” Kurt says in a awed whisper.
“I never thought I’d live to see this day,” Carole replies and when Kurt glances at her, she’s smiling. “Your dad likes him, you know.”
“I know. I guess—” he pauses and looks fondly at Blaine and his father, quietly arguing. Burt slaps Blaine’s hand away from the amplifier, which causes Blaine to huff and do the same in retaliation. “Dad has a hard time letting someone else—” Kurt hesitates. “Someone else care that much for me. He feels his job is being stolen.”
“It’s not easier for me with Finn’s girlfriends.”
Kurt nods and squeezes her hand briefly.
“Kid, I don’t care if you’re dating my son, you have to stop talking right now and listen to me. I know how this works. I was alive when it was popular and I’m saying we need more treble,” Burt says sharply, making everyone jump.
“Yes, sir,” Blaine mumbles, red to his hairline. He sits on his heels and looks down.
“Dad, are you intimidating my boyfriend again?” Kurt says to be heard over the music, which his father had been putting increasingly higher, as if to test the speakers. “Remember what I told you about doing it?”
“What am I supposed to do, then, if I can’t make him look like he’s about to throw up all over the carpet? It’s my job.” With that, he raises his hand and makes the movement to ruffle Blaine’s hair but stops mid-way, eyeing it suspiciously. “You need to lay off the hair products, kid, or you’ll melt your brains right out of your ears.”
“That’s enough, Dad,” Kurt warns. “You don’t want to scare him out of the house.”
“If I manage to scare him out of your bed, I’ll be happy.”
“Dad!” Kurt yelps and he’s pretty sure he heard Blaine let out a whimper of fear.
“You can start breathing again. It’s all jokes. You’re okay, Blaine.” Burt grins at him and then turns the volume knob roughly, making them all jump. “D’you hear that?” Burt yells over the music. “That’s music! Not the crap you kids listen to these days!”
Kurt gives his father a tight smile, his fingers in his ears to try to muffle the loud music. He’s glad he did it when Burt starts singing along - or rather, scream - the lyrics.
“Maybe I'm mistaken expecting you to fight, or maybe I'm just crazy, I don't know wrong from right!”
Finn lets out a pained groan when Carole joins in on the singing. They keep this up until the song ends and then, finally, Burt lowers the volume, a large smile on his face. Finn, Kurt and Blaine’s respite doesn’t last long because Burt and Carole start singing on the next song, laughing like they’re teenagers all over again.
They keep this up until the first side is over. Kurt lets out a breath of relief when the room falls silent, the only sound the crackle of the needle looping in an empty groove of the record. Carole breaks it by sighing loudly.
“Time to be a grown-up again, Burt. Let’s go make dinner, we have to feed our three teenage boys.” She gets up and pats the turntable as she walks past it. “Blaine, honey, thank you for fixing it.”
Blaine freezes when Carole bends down to kiss his forehead. “Don’t mention it,” he mumbles, waving his hand dismissively.
“Finn,” she continues. “We could use your help.” She gives her son a meaningful glance until he gets up and leaves after her and Burt.
“I think you’ve been adopted by my parents,” Kurt says, joining Blaine on the floor and taking his hand.
Blaine looks at their entwined hands for a moment before glancing up. “I’m still scared of your dad, though.”
Kurt laughs and nods. “As you should.”
“There’s this record I’ve seen earlier,” Blaine says, walking on his knees to the nearest milk crate. “Get up and close your eyes.”
Kurt sends his boyfriend a questioning glance but obliges, waiting as Blaine hurriedly changes the records. “Can I open my eyes?”
“Yes,” Blaine says from closer than Kurt had expected and when he opens his eyes, Blaine is standing a few feet from him, smiling.
A soft jazz rhythm starts and Kurt’s face breaks into a grin. Fly Me To The Moon has always been his parents’ favourite song and he remembers his mother singing it to him when he was younger.
“May I have this dance?” Blaine asks politely, extending his hand forward.
“Yes, you may,” Kurt replies, his cheeks aching from how much he’s smiling.
As Blaine takes his hand and presses his own to the small of Kurt’s back, Kurt’s mind fills with prom and slow-dancing and how much he wishes Blaine will agree to go with him when he gathers the courage to ask.
“Another reason I love turntables,” Blaine whispers in his ear, sending a chill down Kurt’s spine when Blaine’s lips brush his earlobe. “Is that it sounds old-timey. It makes me feel like I’m living in Sinatra’s era and I find it totally romantic. This is what I imagine nostalgia to sound like.”
Kurt can’t disagree, not when he’s pressed against Blaine and swaying with him while he murmurs some of the lyrics in his ear.
“Dalton’s poisoned your mind,” Kurt whispers.
“Maybe,” Blaine whispers back. He spins Kurt before pulling him closer again, holding him tightly. “But you see? I’m not a hipster. I’m dapper. The difference is important.”
“If you say so. I guess I can live with a dapper boyfriend, yeah.”
Blaine hums and presses a kiss to Kurt’s cheek.
“Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words
I love... you.”
Kurt closes his eyes tightly and wraps Blaine in a hug, clinging to him so his knees won’t give in. Blaine returns it and nuzzles Kurt’s neck, making him shiver.
“So, do you understand why I love turntables?”
“I think I can see the appeal, yes,” Kurt whispers. “I’m mostly happy that I found what makes you tick, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” Kurt says, taking a step back and dragging his hands down Blaine’s arms to hold his hands. “We know we have a lot of interests in common.” Blaine nods. “And we both know I love fashion obsessively, while you, um.”
“I dress like an old man, yes, go on,” Blaine completes with a smile.
“Yes, exactly. And music’s that for you. I enjoy listening to it and singing but you—you love it with all your soul. I’d never seen you this excited before.”
“That’s because you didn’t see me after we first kissed and you agreed to be my boyfriend,” Blaine says sheepishly.
Kurt grins and leans down to kiss Blaine. “My point is, I love that I found what makes you vibrate with enthusiasm.”
“There’s something else that would make me vibrate, you know,” Blaine says in what he probably thinks is a sultry voice, letting go of Kurt’s hands to grip his hips.
“Don’t you dare finish that thought. Let’s not ruin the moment with your ill-timed libido, alright? It’s not very dapper to want to deflower one’s boyfriend.”
“I really hope you kids are joking,” Burt’s voice booms from the staircase.
Blaine’s eyes widen and he jumps away from Kurt, nearly tripping over the coffee table in his hurry to get away. Burt walks past them and heads for the laundry room. They hear the freezer open and then close and Burt crosses the room again, a bag of frozen vegetables in his hands.
“Dinner’s ready in twenty minutes. I will send Finn to check on you two every five minutes and I want to hear voices at all times.”
“Dad,” Kurt groans, staring at the ground. “We were only joking.”
“Yeah well this record was playing when you were conceived, so it’s in your genes to—”
“Dad!” Turning to Blaine, Kurt glares at him. “I will make you pay for the therapy I’ll need to rid myself of the images.”
Other Stories.
Author:
fleurdeliseeWord Count: ~5,000
Rating: G
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary:
"I used to defend you, you know." Kurt turns his head and meets Blaine's puzzled eyes. "When my friends called you a hipster."
"I'm not a hipster," Blaine replies in a huff.
"Oh, honey, have you seen you?"
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Author Notes: It’s so fluffy and saccharine you might want to schedule an appointment with your dentist before you read this. Inspired by my own weekend spent putting back together my grandparents’ turntable with my father. The song that’s not named is School by Supertramp (it seriously kicks ass, you should check it out). Title is from Fly Me To The Moon, which was mostly popularised by Frank Sinatra because I am unoriginal and cheesy, all at once.
All opinions expressed in this mostly belong to the author, because even if she hates to admit it, she’s a huge hipster at heart (and apparently likes to spontaneously talk in the third person).
“Kurt, while I can’t deny a young Harrison Ford’s appeal, when I suggested roleplay, I didn’t have Indiana Jones in mind.”
Kurt looks up from the box he’s searching through to raise his eyebrow at Blaine and even though he’s trying to look annoyed, Blaine can see his cheeks are pink, something that always happens when Blaine makes even a slight reference to their eventual sex life. “I thought you didn’t mind helping me try to find clothes to give Sam.”
“I don’t. It’s just—you have a lot of boxes of clothes.”
Kurt would like to tell Blaine he’s exaggerating. He really would, but it would be a lie. There’s no denying it now that they’ve spend the past two hours in the Hummel-Hudsons’ basement, sifting through boxes of clothes Kurt’s not wearing anymore.
“It’s not all clothes I don’t wear anymore, by the way,” is all Kurt replies. “Some of them, I just never got around to unpacking after the move, and then with Dalton and the uniforms, I didn’t feel the need. But now I realise that most of them are way out.”
“So they’re all clothes you’re not wearing anymore,” Blaine finishes. “You know, you could open your own thrift store.”
“No one but me wants to wear most of those clothes, sadly.”
“I’d wear them.”
“Oh, honey. You’re way too short for that,” Kurt coos, his voice going higher and a smirk twisting his lips.
Blaine grabs a pair of argyle socks and throws them at Kurt’s head, hitting him square in the middle of the forehead. Kurt mock gasps before glaring and using balled up white gloves in retaliation. He misses Blaine’s head by a foot.
“Ah!” Blaine says loudly, pointing at Kurt. “You missed!”
“If you could stop stating the obvious and retrieved those gloves, that’d be a lot more constructive. Those were in the pile of things I’m giving Sam.”
“There’s no way he’s wearing those, just saying,” Blaine says as he crawls deeper under the basement staircase, among the boxes, to try to find the gloves.
“Why is that?” he faintly hears Kurt say. Between the noise made by the washing machine running a cycle of Kurt’s shirts and the mountain of clothes standing in front of him, his voice comes to Blaine muffled the farther he gets away from him.
“Do you really see Sam wearing white leather gloves? I’m pretty sure this goes in the category of things only you would wear.”
“People don’t know what they’re missing out on.” Kurt sighs and Blaine hears him tearing the tape off another box.
Focusing on his task, Blaine continues crawling on his knees, trying to fit in between the many boxes to find the damned gloves. Once he finally spots them, he stubs his elbow on the corner of something very hard in his hurry to reach them.
“Ouch!” he cries out, cradling his elbow and sitting back on his heels. “Ow, ow, ow I hit my funny bone, ugh.”
Kurt awes and chuckles. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”
Blaine grins. “Yeah,” he replies and replaces his grin with a pout as soon as Kurt starts crawling on his knees towards him. Blaine pushes his elbow up towards Kurt and smiles when he softly presses his lips to it, staring up at him through his eyelashes all the while and damn, Blaine’s hyperactive imagination is picturing another situation in which Kurt would be staring up at him with his lips on his skin and—
“Better?”
“Yes, thank you.” Blaine pecks Kurt’s lips quickly before leaning forward and retrieving the gloves, hiding his flustered face from view.
He’s about to follow Kurt back when he sees what he hit his arm against. It’s an old turntable, one that clearly wasn’t made to look vintage but actually is. Letting his eyes travel down, Blaine sees it’s resting on an amplifier that’s just as old and then sees two large wooden speaker boxes. His eyes widen and his lips part slightly.
“Oh my god, Kurt,” he breathes out, his eyes leaving the treasure he found to look at his boyfriend. “You didn’t tell me you had a turntable.”
“It’s Carole’s, I think,” Kurt answers with a shrug. “I doubt it works.”
“Are you kidding me? Those things are totally sturdy. It could survive anything.”
“Even almost two decades in a dank basement? Come on, we have to finish this before my dad sees the mess and has another fit over how irresponsibly I spend my money.”
“No, wait, I’m serious. This is awesome. Can we take it out and try it?” Blaine puts on his best pleading face and pouts.
Kurt’s mouth twitches and then he sighs. “When we’re done with the clothes.”
Blaine cheers and then hurries back to the box he was digging through. While he was working slowly before, he is now quickly sorting clothes and Kurt doesn’t miss the change.
“If I’d known that ancient technology made you so enthusiastic, I would have let you look at my dad’s cellphone before we started working, you know.”
“Shut up,” Blaine replies. “You don’t understand.”
Kurt shrugs and goes back to work.
An hour and a half later, Blaine knots the last bag shut and lets out a long sigh before slumping on the couch. “So many clothes,” he moans.
Kurt chuckles and sits next to him, leaning into his side and resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Sam’s a good guy. It’s the least I could do. Now I’m exhausted, though.” Blaine lets his weight fall against Kurt until the other boy chuckles and wraps his arms around Blaine’s shoulders.
“Too exhausted for the turntable?”
Blaine’s eyes open and he grins. “Can I really take it out?”
“I doubt Carole will mind. She nearly threw it out when we moved.”
Blaine jumps to his feet and heads back to the mountains of boxes the Hummel-Hudsons never unpacked. It takes him a few minutes to clear a path but once he’s done, he hurriedly moves the heavy objects to the coffee table. Kurt watches him the entire time, not moving to help, even when he sees Blaine struggling with the speakers.
Once he’s done, he collapses back on the couch and wipes his sweaty forehead. He leans into Kurt while he catches his breath, studying what’s in front of him.
“Not to burst your bubble or anything, but there’s no way this is still functional,” Kurt comments. He’s playing with the few curls that broke free from Blaine’s gel and are now hanging on his forehead and Blaine closes his eyes for a moment to better enjoy the feeling.
“Not after I’m done with it, it won’t.”
“It won’t be functional…?” Kurt says and Blaine can see the face he’s making in his head without having to open his eyes: he’s squinting and biting back a smirk.
“It won’t not be functional.”
“Double negative? Really?”
Blaine hums and leans up to kiss Kurt quickly, smiling when Kurt chases his lips to prolong the moment. “Did you ever notice the sound system in my living room?” When Kurt shakes his head, Blaine continues. “If you had, you’d have seen that most people would call my dad – quote – batshit crazy – unquote.”
“And?”
“This is the only thing we have in common,” Blaine finishes in a mutter. He sinks to his knees between the couch and the table and wipes the plastic cover of the turntable. His hand leaves a trail in the dust covering it and he sighs. “My poor girl, people haven’t been treating you very well, have they?”
“Are you talking to it?”
“Shut up,” Blaine mutters.
Kurt joins him on the floor and draws a heart in the dust before bumping his shoulder against Blaine’s. “So, want to see if it works?”
“Can I?” Blaine says and he groans when his voice sounds stupidly hopeful.
“Of course you can. My dad and Carole kept their old records, they’re somewhere around here.”
Blaine grins and then starts working, studying bits and parts Kurt cannot put a name on. He’s making desperate noises and muttering things that sound like ‘barbaric’ and ‘disheartening’ and this is Kurt’s cue to leave him alone.
“Everything alright down there?” Burt asks him when he enters the kitchen. Kurt feels like his father is studying his appearance as he watches him cross the kitchen, as if he expected Kurt to wear his shirt inside out or Blaine’s pants.
“Yeah. We’re done with the clothes and now Blaine is having a conversation with Carole’s old turntable. I decided to let them have their moment together.”
“That old thing?” Carole says, sitting next to Burt at the counter. She takes a sip of the cup of tea she’s clutching and smiles when she catches Kurt’s eyes on it. “There’s more in the tea pot on the oven, honey.”
Kurt crosses the kitchen and reaches in the cupboard for two cups. “Yeah. He hit his elbow against it when we were looking through boxes and now it’s like he wants to marry it. I would be jealous if it weren’t a thirty years old piece of musical equipment,” Kurt deadpans as he fills the cups and prepares one to his taste and one to Blaine’s.
“It was Christopher’s,” Carole says quietly without looking up from her magazine. “It was his pride and joy. I used to joke and say I could forget about having children as long as this thing was working.” She pauses and puts her hand on Burt’s arm. “I packed it up so Finn wouldn’t break it. Tell Blaine if he makes it work again, I’ll talk Burt out of trying to scare him.”
“Will do,” Kurt says, ignoring his father’s disgruntled protest. Kurt takes a tray from the top of the fridge and lays the two cups on it, along with a bowl of strawberries he found in the fridge, before carefully crossing the room again and going down the stairs. He finds Finn sitting where he was minutes ago, watching what Blaine is doing with intent. “I brought you tea.”
“I don’t like tea,” Finn says.
“Not you, dummy. Blaine.” Kurt rolls his eyes and Blaine chuckles, taking the cup Kurt is handing him and thanking him. “How’s it going?” Kurt sits on the couch next to his step-brother and pops a strawberry in his mouth, not missing the way Blaine stares at his mouth the whole time.
“Not good. It looks like someone ripped the wires out. Most of the connections are toast.”
“It was my dad’s, you know,” Finn comments, studying a strawberry like he wonders if it’s going to poison him if he eats it.
“Your mom told me, yes.” Kurt bites his lip when he puts the pieces together and realises it’s quite possible the wires were ripped out of it, just like some of his own mother’s belongings were handled roughly by his grieving father. “Carole says if you can make it work, she’ll make sure my dad stops trying to chase you away.”
“I don’t think anything can stop Papa Hummel from terrifying me any chance he gets.” Blaine fakes a shudder.
Half an hour later, Kurt yawns loudly and glances at Finn, who looks just as bored. Blaine has his head halfway buried in one of the speaker boxes, his arm bent at an awkward angle to hold a flashlight inside.
“Oh my god, who the hell put that together? It looks like they smashed the crossover into place. I mean, I have to admire the ingenuity, I personally wouldn’t have used blue tack in lieu of soldering, but this really isn’t time-proof.”
“Is he always like that?” Finn asks, lolling his head to the side against the back of the couch to look at Kurt.
“Like what?”
“Like he thinks he’s so good.”
“Condescending? It’s on and off. Usually it depends on what he had for lunch.”
“I can hear you, FYI,” Blaine comments, his voice muffled.
Kurt smirks at Finn and rolls his eyes. They both jump when Blaine suddenly straightens up, wiping his hands on his pants after letting the flashlight fall to the carpeted floor with a dull clunk. “I’ll need supplies. I’ll be right back,” Blaine says quickly and runs upstairs.
“Bye Blaine, it was nice seeing you!” Kurt calls after him, his eyebrow quirked. Blaine doesn’t come back. "Can you help me with something?" he asks Finn a few minutes later.
"Depends."
"You see those bags? I need to put them in my car."
"You mean I have to move?" Finn says in a long-suffering moan, sinking lower on the couch. "Fine," he adds, sighing for show. "But you make me a batch of your brownies, it's been ages and I have a chocolate craving."
Kurt figures it's a fair enough deal and they both get up, each grabbing one of the heavy bags and slowly dragging them upstairs.
"What the hell's in there?" Finn asks, his breath short.
Kurt stops and bites his lip. He needs to lie and quickly. "Just—clothes I'm giving to charity. It was about time I sorted through my boxes."
Finn hums and nods before starting to move towards the front door again.
Kurt and Finn are just done hauling the bags of clothing in Kurt’s Navigator’s trunk when Blaine’s car pulls into their driveway. He waves at them and then goes back inside, a canvas back clutched in his hand.
“Your boyfriend is weird, man,” Finn comments as they hear the front door slamming shut. Kurt bites back his smile. “Why are you smiling?”
“It’s the first time you call him my boyfriend,” Kurt answers, feeling stupid.
It’s Finn’s turn to roll his eyes and Kurt is about to playfully hit him on the arm when Finn reaches over and ruffles Kurt’s hair. The playful hit turns into a real one and Finn yelps. Calling him a wimp, Kurt goes back inside and downstairs, where he finds Blaine manipulating something that looks potentially dangerous.
“What’s that?”
“Soldering iron. I’m doing damage control, really.”
“You know how to solder?” Kurt asks incredulously as he sits on the edge of the couch.
“Last time I tried I set something on fire,” Blaine answers dismissively, his eyes fixed on what he’s doing; coating tiny wires with some sort of metal. His brows are furrowed in concentration and there’s a look of determination on his face that makes him look years younger.
Kurt feels something tighten inside his chest as he watches Blaine work. It's bubbling up in his ribcage, threatening to choke him. The three words he doesn't dare say yet are there, right there, on the tip of his tongue but he can't say them, can't risk it just yet. To keep them from spilling out, he leans forward and presses a kiss to Blaine's temple, who looks up and grins.
Kurt sinks to the floor and scrambles on his knees until he can sit down on his heels next to Blaine. “What are you doing exactly?”
“I’m not sure. I’m just reproducing what I saw my father do. I mean,” he pauses and makes a silly face. “He’s not a very good teacher so he never actually explained it in details, but I know this is what I need to do to make it work.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
“Unscrew the speakers out of this other one for me? Screwdriver’s over there. You know how?” Kurt stares at Blaine until he looks up and then he winces. “That was mean, wasn’t it? I’m so sorry, honey.”
Kurt rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re gorgeous. And yes, I know how to unscrew screws. My dad’s a mechanics. I literally grew up with power tools in my hands.”
Blaine is quiet for a second. “That’s what she said,” he whispers before bursting out laughing.
“Oh my god, are you for real?” Kurt moans and pushes his shoulder. He bites hard on the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing.
“Careful! Hot metal-melting thing in my hand! Fire hazard!” Blaine calls, moving the soldering iron around wildly.
Their laughter brings Finn down and with his help - not that Blaine lets him do anything technical, but he comes in handy when there are heavy things to move around - half an hour later Blaine is plugging the turntable and amplifier in the wall, grinning from ear to ear.
"What now?" Finn asks from his spot on the floor, where he's eating his way through an entire box of cookies, spilling crumbs all over himself and the carpet.
"Well," Blaine says, reaching down to grab two cookies and handing one to Kurt, who's perched on the couch. "We need records."
"Is that a code for 'Finn you have more heavy stuff to move around'?" Finn asks warily, squinting.
Blaine gives him his best grin, the one that reduces Kurt's knees to jelly, and Finn rolls his eyes. "Please?"
“You know where they are, right? You helped my dad move them there in the first place, Finn,” Kurt adds.
"No wonder you get two get along so well," he mutters before getting up. "That doesn't mean you can make out when I'm there!" he then cries out when Blaine and Kurt smile at each other and exchange a kiss. He walks away from them, muttering 'there’s a time and a place, dudes, seriously' under his breath.
Blaine joins Kurt on the couch while they wait and takes his hand. Kurt smiles and leans into him.
"I used to defend you, you know." Kurt turns his head and meets Blaine's puzzled eyes. "When my friends called you a hipster."
"I'm not a hipster," Blaine replies in a huff.
"Oh, honey, have you seen you?" When Blaine frowns, Kurt continues. "I mean, the turned-up cuffs of your jeans could have been interpreted as a questionable take on current fashion, and the cardigans as a wink to nerd chic, but the fact that I fear you might break up with me to marry a turntable kind of killed all of your hopes to ever save yourself the horror of being called a hipster. Sorry."
"He has a point," Finn comments, a smirk on his face, moving the last of four milk crates near the coffee table.
"Hush, you," Blaine snaps, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not a hipster! You guys don't understand—"
"Obviously," Kurt cuts him, smirking, too, at how defensive Blaine suddenly is.
"—it's not because vintage is cool, okay? Most of the time vintage is a synonym for overpriced or broken. But this is different. It's the entire experience of listening to music on a turntable. It's—you don't just double-click on a title or put in a CD. There are steps and you need to be careful and even when you've done all of this, it's not really satisfying because the sound kind of sucks, but it's—it's. You'll see."
Kurt raises his eyebrows and bites back a smile. Finn is staring blankly at Blaine, not sure if he's allowed to laugh and when he meets Kurt’s eyes, he mouths ‘an experience’ with a disbelieving look etched on his face.
Blaine gets off the couch and kneels in front of one of the crates, swiftly looking through the records. Kurt is about to make fun of him for talking to himself and being way too intense, but then Blaine lets out a small 'a-ha!' and pulls a record out. Finn peers over his shoulder and bursts out laughing.
"Supertramp?!"
"I'm aware it lacks power-house rock anthems to satisfy you, Finn, but anyway your taste in music sucks, so shut up," Blaine snaps. Kurt snorts and extends his hand to high-five Blaine. "Just a warning: there's a 80% chance it will suck. I need to adjust a bunch of things," Blaine warns as he slowly slips the record from out of the paper envelope. “The needle’s in a terrible state but I managed to straighten it a little. You’ll have to buy a new one, eventually.”
Kurt only nods. He has to admit that Blaine’s enthusiasm is rubbing off on him and he’s eager to see if it will work. Finn, too, looks suddenly enthralled and they all wait in silence as Blaine finishes preparing the table and then carefully positions the needle on the record.
It doesn’t take more than ten seconds of the opening bars of harmonica before Burt and Carole appear at the bottom of the stairs, matching grins on their faces. They join Kurt and Finn on the couch and Blaine is positively beaming.
“Wait, it sounds weird, don’t you think?” Burt comments after a while, frowning and crossing the room to crouch next to Blaine.
Blaine hums and nods, looking seriously at the amplifier. That’s when something Kurt never thought he’d see happens: his father and Blaine start discussing like two old friends, fiddling with buttons and listening intently before adjusting other things.
“I think this is the first real conversation they have without either of them looking uneasy or petrified with fear,” Kurt says in a awed whisper.
“I never thought I’d live to see this day,” Carole replies and when Kurt glances at her, she’s smiling. “Your dad likes him, you know.”
“I know. I guess—” he pauses and looks fondly at Blaine and his father, quietly arguing. Burt slaps Blaine’s hand away from the amplifier, which causes Blaine to huff and do the same in retaliation. “Dad has a hard time letting someone else—” Kurt hesitates. “Someone else care that much for me. He feels his job is being stolen.”
“It’s not easier for me with Finn’s girlfriends.”
Kurt nods and squeezes her hand briefly.
“Kid, I don’t care if you’re dating my son, you have to stop talking right now and listen to me. I know how this works. I was alive when it was popular and I’m saying we need more treble,” Burt says sharply, making everyone jump.
“Yes, sir,” Blaine mumbles, red to his hairline. He sits on his heels and looks down.
“Dad, are you intimidating my boyfriend again?” Kurt says to be heard over the music, which his father had been putting increasingly higher, as if to test the speakers. “Remember what I told you about doing it?”
“What am I supposed to do, then, if I can’t make him look like he’s about to throw up all over the carpet? It’s my job.” With that, he raises his hand and makes the movement to ruffle Blaine’s hair but stops mid-way, eyeing it suspiciously. “You need to lay off the hair products, kid, or you’ll melt your brains right out of your ears.”
“That’s enough, Dad,” Kurt warns. “You don’t want to scare him out of the house.”
“If I manage to scare him out of your bed, I’ll be happy.”
“Dad!” Kurt yelps and he’s pretty sure he heard Blaine let out a whimper of fear.
“You can start breathing again. It’s all jokes. You’re okay, Blaine.” Burt grins at him and then turns the volume knob roughly, making them all jump. “D’you hear that?” Burt yells over the music. “That’s music! Not the crap you kids listen to these days!”
Kurt gives his father a tight smile, his fingers in his ears to try to muffle the loud music. He’s glad he did it when Burt starts singing along - or rather, scream - the lyrics.
“Maybe I'm mistaken expecting you to fight, or maybe I'm just crazy, I don't know wrong from right!”
Finn lets out a pained groan when Carole joins in on the singing. They keep this up until the song ends and then, finally, Burt lowers the volume, a large smile on his face. Finn, Kurt and Blaine’s respite doesn’t last long because Burt and Carole start singing on the next song, laughing like they’re teenagers all over again.
They keep this up until the first side is over. Kurt lets out a breath of relief when the room falls silent, the only sound the crackle of the needle looping in an empty groove of the record. Carole breaks it by sighing loudly.
“Time to be a grown-up again, Burt. Let’s go make dinner, we have to feed our three teenage boys.” She gets up and pats the turntable as she walks past it. “Blaine, honey, thank you for fixing it.”
Blaine freezes when Carole bends down to kiss his forehead. “Don’t mention it,” he mumbles, waving his hand dismissively.
“Finn,” she continues. “We could use your help.” She gives her son a meaningful glance until he gets up and leaves after her and Burt.
“I think you’ve been adopted by my parents,” Kurt says, joining Blaine on the floor and taking his hand.
Blaine looks at their entwined hands for a moment before glancing up. “I’m still scared of your dad, though.”
Kurt laughs and nods. “As you should.”
“There’s this record I’ve seen earlier,” Blaine says, walking on his knees to the nearest milk crate. “Get up and close your eyes.”
Kurt sends his boyfriend a questioning glance but obliges, waiting as Blaine hurriedly changes the records. “Can I open my eyes?”
“Yes,” Blaine says from closer than Kurt had expected and when he opens his eyes, Blaine is standing a few feet from him, smiling.
A soft jazz rhythm starts and Kurt’s face breaks into a grin. Fly Me To The Moon has always been his parents’ favourite song and he remembers his mother singing it to him when he was younger.
“May I have this dance?” Blaine asks politely, extending his hand forward.
“Yes, you may,” Kurt replies, his cheeks aching from how much he’s smiling.
As Blaine takes his hand and presses his own to the small of Kurt’s back, Kurt’s mind fills with prom and slow-dancing and how much he wishes Blaine will agree to go with him when he gathers the courage to ask.
“Another reason I love turntables,” Blaine whispers in his ear, sending a chill down Kurt’s spine when Blaine’s lips brush his earlobe. “Is that it sounds old-timey. It makes me feel like I’m living in Sinatra’s era and I find it totally romantic. This is what I imagine nostalgia to sound like.”
Kurt can’t disagree, not when he’s pressed against Blaine and swaying with him while he murmurs some of the lyrics in his ear.
“Dalton’s poisoned your mind,” Kurt whispers.
“Maybe,” Blaine whispers back. He spins Kurt before pulling him closer again, holding him tightly. “But you see? I’m not a hipster. I’m dapper. The difference is important.”
“If you say so. I guess I can live with a dapper boyfriend, yeah.”
Blaine hums and presses a kiss to Kurt’s cheek.
“Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words
I love... you.”
Kurt closes his eyes tightly and wraps Blaine in a hug, clinging to him so his knees won’t give in. Blaine returns it and nuzzles Kurt’s neck, making him shiver.
“So, do you understand why I love turntables?”
“I think I can see the appeal, yes,” Kurt whispers. “I’m mostly happy that I found what makes you tick, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” Kurt says, taking a step back and dragging his hands down Blaine’s arms to hold his hands. “We know we have a lot of interests in common.” Blaine nods. “And we both know I love fashion obsessively, while you, um.”
“I dress like an old man, yes, go on,” Blaine completes with a smile.
“Yes, exactly. And music’s that for you. I enjoy listening to it and singing but you—you love it with all your soul. I’d never seen you this excited before.”
“That’s because you didn’t see me after we first kissed and you agreed to be my boyfriend,” Blaine says sheepishly.
Kurt grins and leans down to kiss Blaine. “My point is, I love that I found what makes you vibrate with enthusiasm.”
“There’s something else that would make me vibrate, you know,” Blaine says in what he probably thinks is a sultry voice, letting go of Kurt’s hands to grip his hips.
“Don’t you dare finish that thought. Let’s not ruin the moment with your ill-timed libido, alright? It’s not very dapper to want to deflower one’s boyfriend.”
“I really hope you kids are joking,” Burt’s voice booms from the staircase.
Blaine’s eyes widen and he jumps away from Kurt, nearly tripping over the coffee table in his hurry to get away. Burt walks past them and heads for the laundry room. They hear the freezer open and then close and Burt crosses the room again, a bag of frozen vegetables in his hands.
“Dinner’s ready in twenty minutes. I will send Finn to check on you two every five minutes and I want to hear voices at all times.”
“Dad,” Kurt groans, staring at the ground. “We were only joking.”
“Yeah well this record was playing when you were conceived, so it’s in your genes to—”
“Dad!” Turning to Blaine, Kurt glares at him. “I will make you pay for the therapy I’ll need to rid myself of the images.”
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Date: 2011-07-23 05:23 am (UTC)(Also, oh my God! Regina Spektor = my FAVORITE. I saw her four years ago and it was a Total Religious Experience. SO FREAKING GOOD.)
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Date: 2011-07-23 06:54 pm (UTC)(Oh my god, I'm so jealous. I love her so much, words cannot even express it.)
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Date: 2011-07-23 08:27 pm (UTC)Also, I live and am from the midwest. Hipsters can't possibly live in the midwest.
(And YES! She's amazing!!!! I wish I could have seen her again while she was touring for "Far" a couple years back. I have this really strange fixation on female solo artists/frontwomen-- like Florence and the Machine, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, etc.
Also, is there a tumblr devoted to this?! I googled but didn't see anything. Something like, "I'm not a hipster, but..." Because I think it would be so ridiculous yet hilarious.)
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Date: 2011-07-23 10:12 pm (UTC)Besides, I also speak French. That cannot make me hipster, come on.
I don't think there's a tumblr, but I think it would be hilarious.
It'd help if you wanted to start one.FLO <3 Do you know Marina and the Diamonds? She's so amazing.
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Date: 2011-07-25 02:22 am (UTC)Oh God, I totally used my Google fu and sighed in relief when I realized you weren't from Oberlin because that would have been Kind Of Awkward since my uni and Oberlin are rivals lolI know, right? So what if a third of the people I met in college had been in a band? Or played an obscure instrument, like the didgeridoo? I mean, okay, fine-- they're all hipsters. All of 'em. But just because they're hipsters doesn't mean I'm one. I mean, aside from my interest in joining a band. But non-hipsters can join independent local bands, too!!!UM, YES. OH MY GOD. SHE OPENED FOR KATY PERRY AT SUMMERFEST IN MILWAUKEE BUT I COULDN'T AFFORD A TICKET AND I WANTED TO DIE. OH NO! IS THE ANTHEM OF MY LIFE RIGHT NOW. ANTHEM. OF. MY. LIFE. CAN'T HANDLE ALKDFJA;Ddfkljasd;fkj Though before that, it was "The Cave" by Mumford & Sons. So what if it's a typical hipster band? Still not a hipster. And if I cried a little when I learned Rilo Kiley broke up? I mean, I can't be a hipster. No self-respecting hipster would still like Rilo Kiley. I'm not a hipster, but even I know that.
did you mean that you'd help if I wanted to start one? because i kind of want to. so badly. looking at all seemingly hipster aspects of my CLEARLY NON-HIPSTER EXISTENCE is always ridiculously entertaining ;Dno subject
Date: 2011-07-25 09:32 pm (UTC)Mumford & Sons, oh my god, I love them so much. My favourite is Thistles and Weeds.
I would definitely help you start one. We would have so much fun.no subject
Date: 2011-07-26 11:51 pm (UTC)OMFG THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I SAY TO PEOPLE AND THEY DO NOT BELIEVE ME BECAUSE THEY ARE LIKE, "YOU LOVE HER IRONICALLY AND THAT IS WHAT HIPSTERS DO SO THAT MAKES YOU THE HIPSTEREST OF THEM ALL, POO ON YOU, MS. QUEEN HIPSTER," AND I'M LIKE, "NO, I LIKE MILEY CYRUS IRONICALLY, MY LOVE FOR KATY PERRY AND TAYLOR SWIFT ARE ~REAL AND ~TRUE, STOP WITH THE LIEEEEES." YOU UNDERSTAAAAAND!!!!!!!!!
alskdjflakdfjs OMG, yes!!!! I got into them listening to, what else, "Little Lion Man." Sometimes I think about situations where I would be able to sing that I "really fucked it up this time." Hipsters never do stuff like that, right? Do you listen to Fleet Foxes? Also, what are your thoughts on Animal Collective? I think every other person I know loves them. I own Strawberry Jam and Merriweather Post Pavilion, but I still don't know... ha!
We should definitely start one. I seriously don't know anyone who has some admittedly ~hipster tastes but is so not a hipster. Like, really really. I'm hipster lite. THERE IS A FINE, BUT VERY DISTINCTIVE LINE.no subject
Date: 2011-07-28 12:59 am (UTC)I don't know either of those bands (I'm too hipster to, obviously). Are they any good? Any song recs?
Hipster lite. I love that.
Okay so there's a link to my tumblog at the top of my journal and you should follow me and I'll follow you and it'll all be glorious once we start. Do you have skype or MSN or something so we can discuss this in real time?
And since we're starting something together, er, HI MY NAME IS CAROLINE BUT YOU CAN CALL ME CARO :D
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Date: 2011-07-29 04:12 am (UTC)Oh, Fleet Foxes!!!!!!!!!! You should listen tooooo: Mykonos, White Winter Hymnal, and Blue Ridge Mountains (that's more for sentimental reasons since I used to live in the BRM lolol). And Animal Collective is pretty legit in terms of its ~hipster cred; Pitchfork gave their latest record 9.6. I'm not really sure how I feel about AC hahaha. But there's umm... hmm, I like Summertime Clothes, Brother Sport, and... Lion in a Coma... and haha, so much for not really liking them.
I am following you! I'm teh-lulzies and and and we can start yay! Yes, I do-- I'm on gchat all the time, and I'm joycelene.fernandez@gmail.com. But Skype I'm queen_joycelene :) I'm not in town right now, buuuut I have my comp so I'll be around?
AND I AM JOYCELENE, OBVIOUSLY, SINCE I AM NOT VERY CREATIVE. HOWEVER, EVERYONE CALLS ME JOY :D!!! bahaha. and my non-hipster friend totally just judged me for this blog, since i just mentioned it to her. NO REGRETS
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Date: 2011-08-02 01:36 am (UTC)Eh, I'll just torrent the shit out of them and listen as I go to work/college. Simpler XD Oh my god, if Pitchwork likes them, their hipster cred is totally legit (look how I talk, I cannot be a hipster, I use the word 'legit' not in an ironical way.)
Who are you on Tumblr? I want to follow you back!
I'm never on gchat but I can start so we can plan our tumblog!!
"Why did the hipster burn his mouth? He ate his pizza before it was cool."
That made me laugh.
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Date: 2011-08-04 03:33 am (UTC)OOOH, I have to introduce you to one of my all time favorite comms--
OH, HAHA, oops. I meant to tell you-- I'm teh-lulzies. yayyyy :D
Yes! I mean, I can be on anything, really-- AIM or gchat work for me :) I'm so excited! Oh oh oh-- are you going to Darren's concert in Chi next week?!? I'm definitely going to be there, just in case :)
ALSO, THAT JOKE IS HILARIOUS. I'm a dork who tells "hammy" jokes, so that's pretty awesome, I won't lie XD
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Date: 2011-08-04 12:35 pm (UTC)I'll check it out! I always love discovering new music (although right now I must admit I'm listening exclusively to Arcade Fire because they announced a free gig and ojufugfdhfds FREE. ARCADE FIRE. GIG.)
I'll follow you, then!
Man, I wish I could go, but Chi is like, 2,000 miles from Montreal and I just. Ugh. I mean, I could have gone, but after one trip to Toronto in June to see Glee Live, my bank account is weeping. And I don't think my car would survive the trip. :( DARREN COME TO CANADA WE LOVE YOU TOO HERE. And you speak Italian. We speak French. It's close enough for you to survive, sweetheart. LET ME LOVE YOU DARREN.
Ahem.
I giggled for ten minutes after reading it.
I'll add you on skype next time I log in. Or do you use MSN?
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Date: 2011-08-05 03:57 am (UTC)Oooh, that's exciting about the Arcade Fire concert! I've listened to them a couple times, but I will give them another listen :D I know a lot of people who love them and I tend to like their music tastes, so I would probably like them, too :D I have been listening to Lenka and Florence and the Machine basically all the time myself. I can't help but gravitate towards female singer-songwriters!
Oh, that is really sad! Understandable, but still sad! CANADA SOUNDS COOL :D I kind of wanted to move to Canada after I graduated from college, tbh! I mean, I still could, but I think for right now, I'll probably be staying in Chicago or moving to Madison in Wisconsin (fml). I wanted to take a road trip through Canada but couldn't afford it in the end, but Montreal looked really cool.
ANYWAY, I WILL HAVE ENOUGH FUN FOR BOTH OF US :D Though that isn't really much of a concession prize... hm. But he will come to Canada at some point! The boy is crazy! He will make his crazy butt over the border sooner rather than later :P I'm being completely serious, too, because he does not like sleep, apparently...
I'm on Skype, but not MSN, sadly :( I accepted your friend request! I'll try and log in on Skype more often than I typically do. I'll be out of town this weekend and next week is kind of crazy, too (I have a job interview out in Madison, then Glee 3D! Live screening on Wednesday, then I'll be down in Chicago on Thursday and concert ablahldfjk and Sunday is also my birthday so. CRAZY WEEK) but I'll probably catch you because I live on my computer because it's my bb.
oh man, I use and abuse the Urban Outfitters clothing catalogue. I want(ed?) to work in fashion, I'm a little too ~mainstream but cardigans? I own more than I can count. I might also own 23940823 scarves and will wear them even when it's 95 degrees out and people are side-eying me like none other. IT'S FASHIONABLE, OKAY.no subject
Date: 2011-08-05 01:57 pm (UTC)Montreal is really cool (look at me being biased). I want, one day, to visit Chicago. It's one of the cities I want to visit the most. One day, for sure.
I'm sure Darren will come. He doesn't sleep, ever, but I'm afraid he might go to Toronto first and it's kinda far from where I am, sort of. If he comes during the summer, fine, but during the school year, I'd be doomed.
Yeah, I live on my computer, too. It's hard on me to work 35 hours a week because I'm so often far from it (although there's a computer at my job, from which I am currently writing, mind you, but it's not miiiiiine.)
I have no idea when I'll have time to go see Glee 3D! Live. I promised my sister I would take her but it's just. We're SO. BUSY. The weekend it's out, on Friday it's her 18th birthday party, which I need to chaperone because it's happening in our house (but knowing me, I'll be the drunkest of them all) and then on the 13th I'm going to see the Broadway production of The Lion King and then maybe Sunday, yeah, I guess we could go Sunday, or a day this week. I DON'T KNOW MAN.
I own so many cardigans, too, and I plan on buying more once the automn collections are out. And scarves, I LOVE scarves.
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Date: 2011-08-07 05:05 am (UTC)finally illegally download itmanage to get my hands on a copy fo The Suburbs and tell you what I think :)Also! Yes, Chicago is pretty great :) If I'm not forced to relocate for job purposes, I'll probably just head down to the city myself for awhile before I can save enough money to move out west. Wheeeeee. Tell me more about Montreal and Toronto, though; I've always wanted to visit and my family went this past June, but I was too lazy to go with them lolol (in my defense, they left the day after I graduated college... and I just slept for a week after that.)
Also, Darren NEVER SLEEPS, IT'S INSANE. I mean, I don't sleep, either, but... I'm not usually doing a quarter of the stuff he typically does, so I have no reason to be tired :P Hopefully he'd do more than one concert if he was all the way up north. You'd think, right?
I'm jealous of your gainful employment, as I think I've said before. It's probably because I've bummed around all summer, looking frantically for work anywhere, anywhere at all! Super jealous that your job involves a computer, too ;) That's convenient-- they don't block FB or anything? My last job that I worked at forever never blocked ANYTHING and it was amazing. Kind of bad, since I could just fuck around for a couple hours, but it's not like I didn't do work...
OMG, right, you have a different drinking age in Canada! That's so AWESOME, haha. Happy birthday to your sister! Parties are great; my birthday is the day after Darren's concert (14th) and I'm... probably going to watch a movie by myself and eat food and play a board game? If I can afford it, I might let myself get an overpriced cocktail at this really nice bar, but I'm afraid of spending money nowadays lolol so :( How'd the party go, then?
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Date: 2011-08-07 05:35 pm (UTC)I went to Urban Outfitters yesterday (bad idea) and bought the vinyl copy of The Suburbs (and Sigh No More by Mumford & Sons, my hipster cred is intact) and gidsojfuidfg I'm pretty sure you'll love it :)
Hopefully! He has to, I mean, if he can have sold out shows in London, he can do the same here.
Oh, wow, you graduated college. Way to make me feel young, I'm starting my junior year in September XD I don't know much about Toronto, only went once and spent less than 24 hours there (I really only went for Glee! Live) but I didn't really like it. It's normal, though. Toronto and Montreal are rivals so I'm not supposed to like Toronto. I found it doesn't really have a soul, you know? In comparison, Montreal vibrates with life. Every neighbourhood has a different vibe and people are welcoming, and there's a clash of cultures and it's bilingual and kind of dirty but alive. I speak like a hippie, it's crazy. There's also lots of cultural activities (just yesterday, I went to see an exhibition about Jean-Paul Gaultier) and it's just a really nice city all around.
Yeah, it's pretty neat to have regular income for a short period of time. It changes from my usual "broke student" lifestyle. Some websites are blocked, though. Well, FB is, but not Tumblr or LJ or FF.net so I'm laughing very very much, I can totally do fuck all and read fic all day. It's awesome. I work, though. I just work... more quickly so I have time to fuck around XD
The party's next weekend, but I'll let you know how it went :P And yeah, in some provinces it's 18 and others it's 19, it's so nice.
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Date: 2011-08-10 10:51 pm (UTC)VINYL! VINYLLLL. I was at this used electronics store in Wicker Park (my friends straight up REFUSE to call it anything other than "Hipsterville," which makes me whine whine whine, because I am
a childsecretly thinking of moving therealways initially confused for a second until I realize what they're talking about) and saw all these cool vinyl records. One of these days, I'm going to hear a vinyl record in real time and then fall in love with the sound and MY HIPSTER TRANSFORMATION WILL BE COMPLETE.I AM LISTENING TO "The Suburbs" RIGHT NOW ACTUALLY! And I do, I like them!! :D I've only gone through the entire CD twice so far, but I like "Suburban War" and "Modern Man" and "Empty Room" a lot. I'm sure I'm missing one or two tracks, but so far, so good! :D!!
Oh, I am a CHILD and I graduated just over two months ago, so it's nothing ;) I am always the baby around my compatriots (literally in terms of age, and figuratively in that I have the mental age of a 6 year old and I'm a professional derp 'cause yeah), so making others feel young is a foreign feeling for me. I'm even turning 22 on Sunday! I'M A YOUT. (Have you seen My Cousin Vinny? I like referencing movies/TV all the time, but then I realize people don't always see blah blah blah movie/show and then it makes me dorky heart a sad, weepy panda.)
That's really interesting! I've been wanting to move to Canada, though I have no idea how to go about this since I can't manage to get a decent job (*crosses fingers* though I might have a decent job sooooon, but that might be a lie. In which case, CANADA IT IS). Montreal sounds really awesome, though! Like, more ~artistic, or whatever. I like being in places with personality!
I work, though. I just work... more quickly so I have time to fuck around XD
THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE OFFICE JOB I HAD FOR THREE YEARS. BEST JOB EVER. It was an on-campus job and I was a secretary. I just did data base entry, filed shit, took phone calls, etc. I'd work full-time over the summer, too. So out of my 40 hours work week, I think I spent... 15 of it refreshing FB, checking LJ, and going on Etsy so I could buy crafts/used purses.
OH. We are both celebrating this weekend! Excellent! :) I'm not actually doing anything on my birthday day other than watching a movie by myself (I'm one of those creepers :D!!!) and maybe getting a vegan shake at one of my favorite restaurants. Or I might just craft and write all day
when I'm not looking for jobs if I get rejected or looking for apartments if I get an offer. I'm thinking of buying plain photo frames to bedazzle. Or affix rainbow sprinkles upon. Or glitter glue to death. Glitter glue is my favorite thing in the entire universe, NOT GONNA LIE. Glitter makes me so happy but I never ever used it because the mess pissed me off and SENT ME IN A RRRRRAGE but glitter glue helps in reducing the mess, SO YAY \o/OMG, WHERE ARE YOU FINDING SWEATERS RIGHT NOW? IS IT CHILLY IN MONTREAL?! I want sweaters but they are so out of season here and while fall clothes are starting to line store fronts, they're regular price and I usually wait till it's the end of the season to buy stuff :( Well, no, that's not true-- I buy trendy stuff from crappy stores at the beginning of the season and buy basics that I can wear forever and ever and ever at the end of the season from stores typically too expensive for me to buy from XD I ~strategize
http://www.toms.com/ they are the shoes of the hipsters! you have probably seen them around. They are distinctively fug, thus they are hip (check), let's the buyer feel socially aware without actually doing anything because every pair of Toms you buy, Toms donates a pair to a developing country (check), and they're probably more expensive than they're worth (super check)!!
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Date: 2011-08-11 12:30 am (UTC)YOU HAVE NEVER HEARD A VINYL IN REAL LIFE BEFORE?!? Oh my god, girl, your life is not complete. Oh my god. It's just. I'm totally quoting Blaine in this fic which is something I have said myself: it's an experience. I BROKE MY NEEDLE. And it's like, $10 to change it and mine is wicked old (the company was bought by Panasonic in the 80s XD) and ugh. I'm living in ebay right now.
I LOVE Sprawls (Flatland) and We Used To Wait and Suburban Wars, YES and City With No Children. Go on Youtube to listen to (Antichrist Television Blues) - it's actually in parenthesis - and and Wake Up and Neighbourhood #1 from Funeral.
I turned 20 in April, so yeah, but I RELATE TO THE MENTAL AGE. I don't know My Cousin Vinny, sorry :/ but it's okay, I constantly quote LOTR and no one understands me, except two of my friends, which makes me sad.
COME TO MONTREAL IF YOU MOVE TO CANADA. We have four universities in the city so the ENTIRE CITY is hipster (because college students = hipsters 90% of the time, yeah?) It is more artistic, which is awesome. And it's full of history and old buildings and just, yeah, I love it.
GLITTER. I LOVE GLITTER. I ADORE GLITTER. GLITTER MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER.
Urban Outfitters! You know their line "Urban Renewal", with the "one of a kind" sweaters made from recycled fibres?! I got one of those. See the description up there? Yeah, I had an hipster-gasm. I suck at buying clothes, I get compulsive and buy whatever I see, even if it's expensive.
OH MY GOD NOW I WANT A PAIR. Do you know if they're wide? Because I have wide feet and I don't want to pay $50 to find out they don't fit XD
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Date: 2011-08-12 08:10 am (UTC)NO! I know, I feel like... I've missed out on a lot ;----; I want to hear vinyl irl! I do! I just... need to find a
hipstercomrade in arms who has one. That totally sucks about having a broken needle-- those must be a pain to try and find! It's weird to think of how a lot of old, physical mediums are disappearing due to the digital age. It's weird to think that in a couple decades, it'll be impossible it'll be to even find units, let alone ones that work. Now I REALLY want to hear it-- if only to experience something that might disappear all too soon ;_;Oh, I listened to (ATB) and Wake Up so far, and I like them both! I like peppy things! I'm full of pep, so songs I can potentially dance to are always a huge plus for me ;D!
And! I'm actually now looking at moving to Montreal (at least via Google, hahaha). However! I speak no French :( Argh. But if you know of any jobs/ideas that require only English and are open to college graduates (or if you can refer me ahaha ;) I'm so desperate for a job, I will beg to anyone and everyone, and the fact that I lack shame over everything normally does not help)... that would be cool :D I'd honestly want to work in editorials since I'm, er, a writer, but... alas, earwax. I've applied to over 50 writing positions and none have took. Probably didn't help that I didn't major/minor in anything writing related. ANYWAY.
OH MY GOD, YES. URBAN RENEWAL. HAHA. I packed my overnighter because I'm driving into Chi tomorrow and one of the dresses I'm bringing is an UR dress XD That's FANTASTIC. Hipstergasm! I like that!!
Haha, I'm meticulous about my clothing choices XD I'm like... one of those hyper organized and obsessive people in like every aspect of my life. Even the things that are like, really stupid and small, like... I don't know, pen brands or something. I'd research the "best kinds of pens" because I'm INSANE. It's worse when I'm super invested in something, and I want(ed?) to work in fashion so like. It's bad. It's really bad. I'll research a shirt for hours, reading reviews, looking at the material, judging how it would fall on my body, figuring out what it would go with in my wardrobe (idk why I bother, I own at least 5 or 6 suitcases worth of clothes, I'm sure I can come up with something), then figuring out its laundering needs, then look for coupons or waiting till there's a sale, then going to every store in the area until I find it in my size (unless I call ahead to each store first to see if it's in stock) and trying it on and yeah. I do that with every piece of clothing I own. I really wish I was joking. I'm crazy.
I have no idea if they're wide, unfortunately! They're hella popular, though, so I'm sure that there are reviews online for it (lolol, I abuse the Google SO MUCH). I want the glittery ones (of course)!!!!
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Date: 2011-08-12 12:52 pm (UTC)Ooh, Gender Studies. I'm taking a Sociology of Gender course next semester and I CAN'T WAIT.
You tell me. My amplifier - well my dad's, from when he was like 15 - broke two months ago so I packed my purse, took my car, and said "LET'S BUY A NEW ONE." You should have seen the faces the clerks made in the SEVEN different stores when I asked for an amplifier with a phono input. They were like "...phono what?" and I wanted to punch them in their acne-ridden adolescent faces. I ended up buying it in a pawn shop. A PAWN SHOP. But, it's working, and has a phono input, and can also be used as a home cinema system, so SCORE for when I move out.
Oh and I had to buy a strap, because my dad had fixed the table when he was, again, 15 with an elastic band and the singer of Supertramp sounded like Barry White.
Peppy songs are awesome. Do you know Gold Motel? They're like sunshine in record form.
You can get by in Montreal in English only, trust me. It's actually a big social issue and people are moaning that French is dying and whatnot but yeah, you could survive. As for writing positions, hum. There's always The Gazette, although I don't think they're hiring... or huh. I honestly don't know, as it's not my field of studies, but I'm sure you could find something. Plus, since you come from another country, you'll be seen as ~exotic, which is a plus. COME TO MONTREAL WHERE THE PEOPLE ARE NICER. (my memes are showing)
Oh my god, that's actually a bit scary. Impressive, but scary. But yeah, I kind of am used to it, my sister is studying Fashion Design right now so she's CRAZY about clothes. Shopping with her is both a blessing and a curse, because you are sure to leave the store with something awesome but she's going to make you suffer through the process of choosing it. You think Kurt Hummel can be snarky? You never met my sister.
I almost bought a pair of tweed ones, but with the shipping and taxes, it was $86 and THAT'S TOO MUCH FOR CANVAS SHOES OH MY GOD. I'll start looking in shops here instead, to see if they have the ones I want.
Also, that fic you linked me? RELEVANT TO MY INTEREST OMG. I'm going to read it now. I'm excited. I love g_k_m SO MUCH.
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Date: 2011-08-16 01:33 am (UTC)OMG YES, WALLACE?! lakdsfj YES. I have to say, the way they treat male homosexuality was refreshing. It's uncommon to have male homosexuality carry more than a passing role in a way that is not only positive, but remarkably unexceptional. Having Wallace be gay but to not have his sexuality define him nor have a huge feature in the plotline is unusual, so that was kind of awesome.
And that'll be fun!! Tell me how it goes :) My other major was in Psychology, but I never took any Sociology classes, so I'm curious :)
That's insane that you couldn't find a replacement! Now I'm a little worried that I'll never find a working one to even hear it... haha. Maybe eBay? Now I'm thinking of going to a pawn shop in Wicker Park ('cause if they're anywhere in Chicago, they're going to be in WP) tomorrow and seeking it out. If I can ever leave the apartment. Haha.
And! I had to Google but omg-- it's Greta Morgan?! I know THS is broken up or whatever right now (all my creys), but I saw them in concert 3-4 years ago... she has an amaaaazing voice. I didn't realize she did a solo album! And I just realized that she has a workshop in a couple weeks and I'm totally broke but I have birthday money when I eventually go home and omg idk if I should do this, ahhh! I'm so SHY in groups, but... I want to do this. I'm a singer and I've been blanking on songwriting lately, and alkdjfasf; this seems really, really awesome. Holy crap. THS is one of my favorite bands. Oh God. Now I'm freaking out.
Thanks for the suggestions, haha. Montreal sounds really awesome-- well, Canada in general sounds awesome. I'm looking at grad schools in Canada! Grad school is my backup plan if I fuck up writing and music. (Note: I majored in Gender Studies and Psychology, minored in History. lololol I really am doing nothing related to my degree.) What's your field of studies?
Aaaaand, oh God. Don't talk about sisters and shopping, haha. I feel you. My sister didn't formally study fashion design, but she interned with her favorite designer, Alexander McQueen (RIP :() when she was studying at Central St. Martins, and oh Lord. Like... there are those fics where Kurt Hummel has magical powers to find cheap designer clothing and it's like, beyond belief? It's really not. My sister has been doing it for a decade and a half (she's 27, so, seriously). She'll just buy all this designer clothing for like, nothing. She'll be like, "Guess how much I paid for it," which I usually am pretty good at guessing-- like, $20 or $30. Then she'll add, "Guess how much it used to be," which is where I fuck up... and she'll say something absurd, like, "$500," or something. SERIOUSLY, SHE WOULD DO THIS MULTIPLE TIMES A WEEK WHEN SHE WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL. WHAT THE FUCK.
tl;dr: while most people are awed by Kurt's ridiculously amazing yet unrealistic wardrobe, I secretly know better... XD
IKR, IASFM. I know that there's a retailer here that sells them in-stores, but they didn't have the pair I wanted so I didn't buy them... I'm pretty sure the retailer is incredibly local (like, they have half a dozen stores and they're only in Chi), but I'm sure there's something similar in Montreal, yeah? I hope you can find a pair! Which tweed ones where you thinking?
IKR OMG. Have you met anyone who has actually USED hipster lingo irl? I have once, but I was like, "what the fuck, are you serious right now?" WHY. JUST WHY.
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Date: 2011-08-16 01:58 am (UTC)YES WALLACE WAS LIKE. PERFECT. THE PERFECT GAY CHARACTER.
I guess you could buy new ones, that are more modern and shit. With USB connections and all. Or go vintage and suffer the pains of shopping for parts (still haven't found a needle siohgudh).
DO IIIIIT. IT'S GRETA MORGAN (at first I was like 'Greta Morgan...?' but then I remembered she goes by that instead of Greta Salpeter now). I HAVE THE HUGEST CRUSH ON HER OH MY GOD. SHE'S SO PERFECT AND PRETTY AND TALENTED AND DO IIIIT.
Come to McGill! Best university in Canada, yo. We're awesome. I'm most probably going to to a masters degree in Archival Studies or Librarianship. I wanted to go to grad school in Psych but hgudhsusgjh it's impossible. Yeah, my field of study is Psychology, that's my major, and I'm doing a minor in Anthropology. I'm thinking of taking a major in Sexual Studies or something. I don't know. I'll have to go see my advisor to know what's best to take if I want to get into the School of Information Studies after my B.A. GROWN-UP CHOICES. I DON'T LIKES THEM.
Oh my god my sister would hate yours for the internship with McQueen. Also, oh my god, that is so cool. She's like a real life Kurt. Awesome.
I haven't no, THANK GOD. I would probably burst out laughing in their face and walk away.
Okay, completely unrelated, but you have to read this. It's a Klaine fairy tale, wherein Blaine is a prince and Kurt turns into a white deer at night and it's just so touching and beautiful and heartbreaking because they love differently and the world hates them for it but they found each other and and and GUH MY HEART.
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Date: 2011-08-18 05:06 am (UTC)Anyway. I think going vintage is so much more ~legit, tho. I mean... have you heard the new ones? Is the sound the same as it is with the older ones? Hmm. :\
OH I KNOW RIGHT. I ALREADY HAVE HER AUTOGRAPH SINCE I SAW THS IN CONCERT, BUT NOW I CAN TALK TO HER. I'M DEFINITELY DOING IT, OH MY GOD. lkdfjas;dfjas;kld FANGIRL FOREVER. I mean, I would want to do this workshop anyway, since I'm "recapturing childhood dreams" and "capitalizing on my talent" (why hi Rachel Berry, how are you today) and yes, this is another way in which I am totally not a hipster but really OH MY GOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE ONE OF MY FAVORITE SINGERS WILL BE CONDUCTING IT, OMG LET ME FUCKING DIE.
adlkfj what kind of Psych?! Why is it impossible?!?! I was going to do Psych grad school. Er, am going to? Yay, Psych. But OOH, you're thinking of becoming a librarian?! Ooooh. That sounds really cool. And SEXUALITY STUDIES, YOU SHOULD DO IT. aklsdfakfd I never took any classes in sexuality (because they weren't offered) and it disappoints me. That's really cool! And Anthro! One of my fellow Psych majors minored in Anthro; I think it's a pretty common combo at my school (or in general, maybe?) :D
OH FIC YAY. I WANT TO READ. I actually don't read fic as much... because I'm living in Chicago and I ~socialize. It's very strange. Socializing and not reading fic, I mean. I'm excited, though! THERE ARE SO MANY FICS. I still haven't read "The Sidhe" and it makes me feel kind of embarrassed. I KNOW IT'S GOOD, BUT I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DEVOTE TO IT :( So many fics...
Oh, and those shoes! I was looking at them earlier! Before I couldn't resist the sparkly... spaaaarkly. I'm obsessed with glitter and sequins and bedazzling and I wish I was just saying that but I'm really really not. Anyway, I hope you can find them in a store! Spending that much on shoes is just... a little much. Lord.
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