I MISSED MY WARBLER BABIES.
I didn’t realize this until I watched the superhero glee episode. :)
I Mean
LOOK

HOW
MUCH
FUN THESE GUYS HAD.
I didn’t realize this until I watched the superhero glee episode. :)
I Mean
LOOK

HOW
MUCH
FUN THESE GUYS HAD.
“I didn’t even know you volunteered.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Well it certainly is one..”
My late contribution to Klaine AU Friday. I had to do WW2 Klaine.. It was the uniform.
(Half of my followers probably don’t know about my glee stash.. I ship Klaine, and the episodes are utterly halarious. That’s all you need to know. This doesn’t happen often, promise.)
i want a klaine lifeguard au where kurt is a lifeguard and blaine and the warblers go to the pool one day and jeff or s/t pushes blaine into the pool and he hits his head on the floor of the pool and knocks himself out and kurt has to dive…
Woah this thing is huge.
We pretty much survived the summer hiatus, guys! Only about a month left! Enjoy your last days of summer!
(From left to right: Lauren, Puck, Mike, Tina, Artie, Brittany, Karofsky, Santana, Kurt, Blaine, Jeff, Nick, Sam, Mercedes, Quinn, Rachel, Finn)
i understand, I kinda watched glee before, but i wasn’t really into it, like. I could watch it the next day. I knew Darren before glee (only, like… 2 months before however) and then glee became kind of an excuse to see more DC. THEN i got sucked into the ACCTUAL storyline. I LOVE the Karofsky stuff, and i may seem like a horrible Gleek, but i think he can re-deam himself. Im not saying what he did was right, but.. He’s learning. I love that we’re getting a new character (PLEASE BE DAMIAN.. please? (Dont really mind anyone else, i just think he’d be the most original character.)) I love that they all have their insecurities. i love that their all outcasts. But at school, or when im out being social for once, I feel like if i talk about it with anyone but the people who know im obsessed, They’ll be all “you watch that?” Because (an im not racist) the mexican chicks ARE MEAN where I live. (and im being REALLY nice.) and for some reason, they ALL HATE ME. SO, i see no reason to provoke them further. I flail about it with my friends, and the drama council people, and the band people (who make fun of me for it, but understand so its not that bad.)
And i know I will flail, no matter who Kurt is with, And im sure there are some people there with me.
I want Tina to sing a full song.
I want more PapaBear!Burt
I kinda wanna meet kurts mom
I want more Max Adler (He’s so Cute! :) )
I want less Finchel drama
Unpopular opinion. Wall of text. Other crap. not under the cut, cause the top is.
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
My oldest son is six years old and in love for the first time. He is in love with Blaine from Glee.
For those who don’t know Blaine is a boy…a gay boy, the boyfriend of one of the main characters, Kurt.
This isn’t a ‘he thinks Blaine is really cool’ kind of love. It is a mooning at a picture of Blaine’s face for a half hour followed by a wistful “He’s so pretty” kind of love.
He loves the episode where two boys kiss. My son will call people in from other parts of the house to make sure they don’t miss his ‘favorite part.’ He’s been known to rewind it and watch it over again…and force other to, as well, if he doesn’t think people have been paying enough attention.
This infatuation doesn’t bother me or his father. We live in a very hip-liberal neighborhood, many of our friends are gay, and idea of having a gay son isn’t something that bothers either of us. Our son is going to be who he is, and it is our job to love him. End of story.
He is also six. Six year olds get obsessed with all kinds of things. This might not mean anything at all. We always joke that he’s either gay, or we have the best blackmail material in the history of mankind when he’s a 16 year old straight boy. (Take that naked bath time pictures!)
Then the other day we were traveling across the state listening to the Warblers album (of course), and in the middle of Candles, my son pipes up from the back seat.
“Mommy, Kurt and Blaine are boyfriends.”
“Yes, they are,” I affirm.
“They don’t like kissing girls. They just kiss boys.”
“That’s true.”
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
“That’s great, baby. You know I love you no matter what?”
“I know…” I could hear him rolling his eyes at me.
When we got home I recapped this conversation to his Dad, and we stood simply looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then we smiled.
“So if at 16 he wants to make a big announcement at the dinner table, we can say ‘You told us when you were six. Pass the carrots’ and he’ll be disappointed we stole his big dramatic moment,” my husband says with a laugh and hugs me.
Only time will tell if my son is gay, but if he is I am glad he’s mine. I am glad he has been born into our family. A family full of people who will love and accept him. People who will never want him to change. With parents who will look forward to dancing at his wedding.
And I have to admit, Blaine would be a really cute son-in-law.