(I’m late I’m sorry~)
BETAS ARE SO AWESOME. LIKE, SO AWESOME.
I use a bunch of betas, depending on who is available and who has the time, but getting a beta is just the *best*. Having someone read over what you’ve written and then make suggestions on how to make it better? Hell, even just *chatting* with someone about your fic ideas can help motivate you to put words down on paper.
So thank you, truly. I APPRECIATE YOU AND THE WORK YOU DO~
(If I don’t mention you, it’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that my brain is dumb. Trust me—I love you lots.)
Rainbowrites: is my fandom wife and she’s just so good and perfect and sweet honey darling you are so good, you will do even more better things in the future, and I just think the world about you.
The Multicorn: you are so creative and you write these brilliant fics and I wish the entire world knew and acknowledged how fabulous and talented you are, because you’re fabulous.
Misqueue: oh my God you make me look at the world in such different ways, and your writing is always so crisp and just guh, turns me into mush. I eagerly look forward to any fic you put out, because I know it’ll be fabulous.
Sarahexplosions: you always manage to put things into words better than I ever could have. ”Soon Enough” is still one of my favorites.
And there are so, so many others, but I need to get off here and do actual work, so I’m just going to list them really quickly even though really, they deserve novels written about how good they are:
Nadiacreek, Lettersfromtitan, Aelora, crown_of_weeds, wordplay, drblaine, missbeizy, donnarose, alilactree, slightestwind, wowbright, judearaya, and SO MANY OTHERS.
I would buy you all ice cream and/or coffee if I could, but then I’d be broke.
HELP I NEED A NEW YORKER.
RAINBOWRITES, GET ON GMAIL.
OH WAIT SHIT THAT REMINDS ME.
I MADE KLAINE COOKIE DESIGNS.
AND I WAS GOING TO POST THEM TO TUMBLR BUT THEN TUMBLR WAS DOWN.
*Clearly* I need more practice (hello I am not a professional lol) but that’s not a bad start right?
rainbowrites asked: DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT EVERYONE WANTS TO READ 25K OF BLAINE PLANNING A WEDDING. E V E R Y O N E
I WOULD BUT IT WOULD BASICALLY BE 25K WORDS OF BLAINE BANGING HIS HEAD AGAINST A TABLE.
AND BLAINE AWKWARDLY HATING HIS FAMILY FROM A DISTANCE.
AND BLAINE WONDERING WHY PEOPLE LABEL THINGS AS OFF-WHITE WHEN THEY ARE CLEARLY CREAM GOD FUCKING DAMNIT PEOPLE YOU HAVE RUINED THE ENTIRE WEDDING THEME NOW HE’S GOING TO HAVE TO START OVER AGAIN GOD FUCKING DAMNIT.
and kurt being all “thank God I took on a second job so I can’t help with this because you’ve turned into Bridezilla from hell Jesus I always thought that would be me instead lol GUESS I WAS WRONG I’m glad we decided to get married before I turned 21 isn’t this nice?”
and then Blaine attacks the bakery because the wedding cake says “CURT AND BLAIRE” and WHY WOULD I WRITE THIS THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA SOMEONE STOP ME
Finn does not intend to fall in love with Marley.
But, well. Emma doesn’t go back to Mr. Schue after abandoning him at the altar. so Mr. Schue doesn’t come back to McKinley, and someone has to run the Glee Club.
Now at least he does it in addition to taking classes at Lima U, so that maybe someday he can be an actual teacher and not just the head of a Glee Club.
Still, Marley is his Rachel, basically, the Glee Club’s shining star, especially now that Blaine’s graduated, and the New Directions need her star power. So maybe he works with her a bit more than the other kids: it’s only to try and encourage her inner-diva.
He thinks he’s getting rather good at this whole “teacher” thing, though, especially since Figgins has asked him to help supervise Prom. And if Marley asks him to dance her with, well, it’s only because she just broke up with her boyfriend, and a girl shouldn’t have to dance alone at Prom.
And if he spends the entire night watching her dance and laugh and sing, then well, you’re in over your head, Finn Hudson. Before too long, you and Puck are going to be taking Kitty and Marley on double-dates.
The fact that that does not sound like a bad idea makes him worry.
Emma has done a Bad Thing, and fallen in love with one of her students.
It’s not right. Blaine Anderson is sixteen years younger than her, and that’s only just now that he’s a senior. It used to be worse, when he first transferred to McKinley—so small and sweet and young, scared of his own shadow, and if she spent too much time with him when he first transferred it was only because Will had just left to be an accountant and she was lonely. Besides, Blaine needed her then: on his first day at McKinley his arm was still broken from that awful dance, and he didn’t know anybody.
It’s different now, though. Now Blaine has plenty of friends, is one of the most popular boys in school. But that doesn’t stop him from dropping by her office every day to give her an origami paper crane, or for him to organize her books for her because he knows she likes things neat, or that he will disinfect the teacher’s lounge where she eats lunch because he knows how much her OCD bothers her.
Today, he’s singing Freddie Mercury in front of the entire school, wearing tight leather pants while he’s dancing across the courtyard, and Miss Pillsbury has to sit with her legs crossed.
She’s done a Bad Thing, falling in love with one of her students. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and who is she to stop it?
Joe Hart does not intend to love Unique. In fact, he does not intend to fall in love at all: he’s already had Quinn Fabray break his heart and really, he just wants to make it through high school already.
But this is an alternate universe, one in which Blaine Anderson transfers back to Dalton Academy, and it’s like McKinley loses all of its goodness in one swell swoop. Sam is livid, and he spends most of their Glee practices talking about how they need to kidnap Blaine and bring him back home. There is no superhero club to roam the halls and keep them safe.
Three days after Blaine transfers back, Unique walks into Glee practice with a bloody eye.
Marley cries; Jake and Sam offer to beat up whoever did this; even Kitty looks ashamed, now that the violence is so close and stark and real.
Ryder, in all his sweet, gentle boy-ness, hugs her, but then says “What did you expect, though? You’re a boy who dresses up like a girl every day. If I did that I’d get beaten up too.”
Unique stiffens. ”I’m not a boy. I’m a girl. I was born in the wrong body, is all.”
Something about what she says sticks with Joe, and he walks with her after class and gently tugs at her hand. ”God doesn’t make mistakes,” he says quietly, because how could she feel she was born in the wrong body? That would imply she wasn’t born in the right body, and that would imply that God makes mistakes, and Joe can’t—can’t wrap his head around that idea that He can.
Then Unique—big, bold, beautiful and bloody Unique—stops him with a quiet smile. ”Well, maybe he stumbles, sometimes.”
So Joe goes home and he prays about it. He prays about it a lot, more than when he prayed about whether it was okay to sing to lesbians, and as he prays he thinks about Unique and how lovely she is, and how sweet, and how she doesn’t deserve the way other people treat her.
Maybe it’s not God who makes mistakes: maybe it’s people.
Quinn falls in love with Rachel the way Alice falls down the rabbit hole: straight descending into madness.
There is no Glee Club in this universe, so when Quinn gets pregnant she literally has no one she can turn to. Sure, she has Finn, the baby’s daddy (or so everyone believes, or so help me God Noah Puckerman—) but she doesn’t have friends. Not, of course, that Lucy Fabray ever had friends, but Quinn used to, and she misses it.
So when Rachel Berry—the biggest loser in school—invites Quinn to have lunch with her, well, Quinn accepts. Because even having lunch with a loser like Rachel is better than having lunch by yourself.
It only gets worse from there.
Rachel, it turns out, is even lonelier than Quinn is, and has been for years, with only her ambition to keep her company. So having someone she can call a friend—just one friend—becomes an obsession. She does whatever she can to keep Quinn happy and there in her life, and Quinn—lonely, miserable, pregnant Quinn—does the same thing back. They encourage each other’s misery and desperation, until they spend every moment they can with one another.
Finn says “I think you love Rachel more than you love me,” and Quinn realizes he’s right. But it’s not a happy love, and it doesn’t end in any way other than madness.
Mike falls in love with Brittany S. Pierce the second day of kindergarten, when he gets put into Miss Hinson’s class instead of Mrs. Petersons. In this universe, April Rhodes didn’t have that abortion, so there are two extra kindergartens at Lima Elementary, and Mike Chang ends up in Miss Hinson’s class instead, where Brittany S. Pierce is.
So in this universe, he meets Brittany when he’s in kindergarten instead of middle school, when he still believes in magic and hasn’t learned what weird is yet, exactly, and Brittany likes all the same things he likes: dinosaurs and dancing, mostly. And he swears to his mother when he tells her after school that Brittany is made up of magic. When she spins it’s like she spins the universe around with her, and Mike just wants to spend the rest of his life dancing with her.
So, he does.
They become best friends, mostly because they speak the same language that so few others do. The Mike Chang in this universe wouldn’t dream of dancing only in his room behind closed doors: by the time he’s twelve his parents have him enrolled in ballet, because he’s going to go to Julliard one day.
Brittany S. Pierce is his first kiss and his first girlfriend and, most importantly, his best friend. He helps her pass her classes when she would otherwise fail, because Mike pays attention to the way she learns. She, in turn, helps make him brave—brave enough to dance in front of other people, and quit the football team and join the Cheerios and later Glee Club instead, where he can use his talents better.
Mostly, they love each other. It’s enough.
Fic: Who Needs Disneyland When We Have Strippers?
Summary: It’s Cooper’s 30th (“You’re 38, what are you even saying? Wait, have you been celebrating your 30th birthday for the past 8 years?”) and he’s taking his baby brother out on the town. That is, to a strip club!
Aka, Blaine just wants to go to Disney World with his baby girl and his husband. DAMMIT COOPER IT’S NOT EVEN YOUR BIRTHDAY YET
Word Count: ~3,200
Author’s Notes: Takes place an unspecified number of years in the future, when Kurt and Blaine have been married for years and Rachel acted as their surrogate for their now six year old daughter Elizabeth.
This is dedicated to my darling fandom wife Jakia. You might remember this from when we first met, and talked about how hilarious this scenario would be. And thus, I FINISHED IT FOR YOOOUUUU
Jakia is lovely and sweet and a brilliant writer and it is my honor to be her fandom wife <3 LOVE YOU BABY
I AM SO EXCITED!
NO BUT GUYS THIS IS SO GOOD? AND AMAZING? AND FUNNY AND SPECIAL AND WONDERFUL???
safjlksajdfl;sjfdl;sdfjaslfjfkd COOPER!! DADDY!BLAINE! What more could I ask for??
Thank you so much, Rainbow~! You are the most precious, best fandom wife a gal could ask for. <3 <3 <3
rainbowrites said: I am literally watching the clock so I can give you your birthday present as SOON as it’s your birthday :D
You don’t have to do that! And you didn’t have to do anything for me!
asldfjsalfjsalf now I am all excited!