Ingrid Michaelson on stage with Darren Criss [x] (via twentyoneklaine)
So, how does one become Darren’s texting friend?
Unbridled, enthusiastic dorkitude is where my heart is. Sigh.
P.S: Psst, Darren Criss, a duet with Ingrid for your album would be most marvelous, yes?
DO YOU WANT TO MAKE PRETTY SOUNDS? oh for fuck’s sake Darren, the answer to that question is ALWAYS YES
Summary: College AU inspired by Artie’s dream in “Glee, Actually”. A story of Kurt who never had Glee or friends, and ended up homeschooled and alone, and of Blaine who never met a beautiful stranger on Dalton’s staircase, but a year later met Sebastian instead. Now, Kurt is just starting at NYADA, where he meets the resident gay Casanova, Blaine Anderson.
NOT A SLUT
Blaine Anderson entered the NYADA ballroom fashionably late, pushing the double doors open and stepping into the crowded room like he owned it. From the reactions of the people closest to the entrance, he just as well might.
There were smiles and stares around him from the moment he entered the room. People were coming up to talk to him, to exchange insubstantial chitchat about the summer and this year’s classes – anything to be seen in his company, part of the popular crowd. Of course, there were the usual glares directed his way, too – disgruntled one-time lovers, mostly. Oh well, Blaine couldn’t help that. He was always very clear about the fact that he didn’t do relationships. And yet, time and again there were people who hoped they would be the one to change that.
It was their problem, not his.
Ohhh I’m so excited for this. I adore nevermet!AUs and anxioussquirrel always handles the boys’ voices beautifully. SO. EXCITED.
In light of the recent news that the GOP wants to sue the president, I wrote this little scene to explain how government has worked for the last six years which has brought us to where we are.
For tonight’s performance, the role of Mom will be played by John Boehner.
Let’s pretend you can only get ice cream through the House of Representatives.
And here we go:
Barack Obama: “Man, I would really like some ice cream.”
House: “Well, you can’t have any.”
Obama: “OK, well I guess no ice cream for me.”
House: “Hey, everybody!!! This guy doesnt like ice cream. He’t not one of us! And i don’t think he wants us to have ice cream. HE WANTS TO TAKE OUR ICE CREAM!!”
Obama: “Woah, settle down. It’s fine. If you don’t want to give me any ice cream, I’ll find a different way to get ice cream. The same way every president has before me.”
House: “Hey you can’t do that! We said no. MOMMMM, Barack is getting ice cream when we told him he couldn’t. Can we sue him?”
Mom: Sure, dear. Whatever you want.”
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