I was thinking about this stuff this morning. This isn't a thesis or anything, mostly just observations and wondering. Spoilers through the end of Season 3, mild speculation for Season 4. (I know nothing about Season 4, and don't tell me.)


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Rewatching parts of "Wheels" (Season 1, Episode 9) today. It's the one where Kurt wants to let him try out for the "Defying Gravity" solo.

Just got to the scene where Kurt's telling Burt that Mr. Schuester won't let him try out for it because "it's traditionally sung by a girl."

Part of Burt's response is "Isn't there more crossover these days? You know, chicks doing construction, guys wearing dress shoes with no socks?"

OMG Blaine foreshadowing, I love it.
I started writing this 15 minutes after the episode was over and was just going to share my flails. Somehow it turned into major meta.

Here's what I thought about Choke, 3.18 )
I started writing this 15 minutes after the episode was over and was just going to share my flails. Somehow it turned into major meta.

Here's what I thought about Choke, 3.18 )

Title: Looking for White Buffalo
Rating: PG
Characters: Kurt (as part of Kurt/Blaine), Burt, David Karofsky mentioned
Spoilers: 3.14 ("On My Way")
Word Count: 1,647
Warnings: things that happened in the episode, a couple swear words
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, and I don't make any money writing this stuff.
Summary: Burt wants to make sure that Kurt is doing things for the right reasons. (For the spoiler-containing summary, highlight the black part: Burt's not sure visiting his former bully in the hospital is the right thing for Kurt to do.)
Thanks: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] anxioussquirrel and [livejournal.com profile] lavender_love00 for betaing. Author's note at the end of story.

Kurt sighs. His father always makes him talk about the difficult things. )

Title: Looking for White Buffalo
Rating: PG
Characters: Kurt (as part of Kurt/Blaine), Burt, David Karofsky mentioned
Spoilers: 3.14 ("On My Way")
Word Count: 1,647
Warnings: things that happened in the episode, a couple swear words
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, and I don't make any money writing this stuff.
Summary: Burt wants to make sure that Kurt is doing things for the right reasons. (For the spoiler-containing summary, highlight the black part: Burt's not sure visiting his former bully in the hospital is the right thing for Kurt to do.)
Thanks: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] anxioussquirrel and [livejournal.com profile] lavender_love00 for betaing. Author's note at the end of story.

Kurt sighs. His father always makes him talk about the difficult things. )

Title: You Are the Ballon to My Grand Battement
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: 3.13 (Heart)
Word Count: 4,849
Warnings: One reference to a sex act that doesn't occur in the story, mild language
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, and I don't make any money writing this stuff.
Summary: Kurt's Valentine's Days have changed over the years.
Author's note: I set out to write a fluffy Valentine's gift for  [livejournal.com profile] t_megagirl. It didn't quite work out to be all fluffy, but I'm crossing my fingers that it comes across as sweet and hopeful, anyway. ~ Ballon describes a springy vertical jump in ballet. Grand battement is a high kick.  ~ Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] anxioussquirrel​ for reading through the parts I'd written before she went to bed. Anything that doesn't work happened because I stayed up past her. ~ And thanks to [livejournal.com profile] verdandil for fixing my French! ~ As always, comments and questions encouraged! 


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Title: You Are the Ballon to My Grand Battement
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: 3.13 (Heart)
Word Count: 4,849
Warnings: One reference to a sex act that doesn't occur in the story, mild language
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, and I don't make any money writing this stuff.
Summary: Kurt's Valentine's Days have changed over the years.
Author's note: I set out to write a fluffy Valentine's gift for  [livejournal.com profile] t_megagirl. It didn't quite work out to be all fluffy, but I'm crossing my fingers that it comes across as sweet and hopeful, anyway. ~ Ballon describes a springy vertical jump in ballet. Grand battement is a high kick.  ~ Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] anxioussquirrel​ for reading through the parts I'd written before she went to bed. Anything that doesn't work happened because I stayed up past her. ~ And thanks to [livejournal.com profile] verdandil for fixing my French! ~ As always, comments and questions encouraged! 


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My brief random thoughts about Tuesday's episode. If I didn't discuss gender fluidity and sexual orientation, I would be completely remiss.

3.12, The Spanish Teacher - Here be spoilers )
My brief random thoughts about Tuesday's episode. If I didn't discuss gender fluidity and sexual orientation, I would be completely remiss.

3.12, The Spanish Teacher - Here be spoilers )
Okay. I have a multi-chapter fic that I want to post this week and it's pretty much done thanks to the amazing [livejournal.com profile] verdandil, but I need to decide the answer to this question before I start posting (and I'd like to start posting Monday):

Would Kurt Hummel make a grammatical error? (when he's not drunk, drugged, sick or in the throes of passion)

The type of grammatical error I'm thinking of is the type that almost everyone  the United States makes, like not differentiating between "who" and "whom" or not using the subjunctive when it's called for ("If I were a rich man").

Context of potential grammatical error: He is speaking with a friend.

Please pipe in with your opinion. A simple yes/no would be great; your headcanon on Kurt's degree of perfectionism would be awesome.
Okay. I have a multi-chapter fic that I want to post this week and it's pretty much done thanks to the amazing [livejournal.com profile] verdandil, but I need to decide the answer to this question before I start posting (and I'd like to start posting Monday):

Would Kurt Hummel make a grammatical error? (when he's not drunk, drugged, sick or in the throes of passion)

The type of grammatical error I'm thinking of is the type that almost everyone  the United States makes, like not differentiating between "who" and "whom" or not using the subjunctive when it's called for ("If I were a rich man").

Context of potential grammatical error: He is speaking with a friend.

Please pipe in with your opinion. A simple yes/no would be great; your headcanon on Kurt's degree of perfectionism would be awesome.
I'm rewatching parts of 3.06 right now for a fic I'm working on and just noticed something pretty awesome that will probably not make it into the fic, so I want to share.
Here be 3.06 spoilers ... )
I'm rewatching parts of 3.06 right now for a fic I'm working on and just noticed something pretty awesome that will probably not make it into the fic, so I want to share.
Here be 3.06 spoilers ... )
Since encountering the word "glasz" for the first time last week while perusing fan fiction, and after failing to find it in the Merriam-Webster or the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary, I've been curious about the etymology.

I went to the university library today and it occurred to me that it would almost certainly have the complete Oxford English Dictionary (OED) on hand. If you're not familiar with the OED and you are interested in words, you really need to become acquainted. With more than 616,000 entries, it is the most comprehensive dictionary of the English language. Plus, each entry includes a reliable history of the origins of each word, and often notes on similar words in related languages.

So I asked my reference librarian to point me to the OED. As much as I love big, fat 20+ volume books, I opted for the online version because it is updated more frequently, and I suspected that glasz is a neologism.

Alas, glasz is so new that it's not in the online OED. I felt a bit defeated, but then I decided to look up cerulean, which is my other recent obsession. And there, in the etymological notes for cerulean was a reference to the Welsh word glas:
Latin cærule-us dark blue, dark green, applied to the sky, the sea (Mediterranean), but occas. to leaves, fields: compare Welsh glas. In the mod. languages always taken as deep blue.

I kind of want to fault the OED here for not being absolutely clear on why it's pulling out the Welsh glas here, but I think it's safe to assume that it's implying that cerulean and glas share an Indo-European root. (Also, I'm a little annoyed that OED says cerulean is always taken as deep blue, but that's just because I don't want it to be so.)

Anyway, I looked up glas in the Welsh-English dictionary of the University of Wales Trinity Saint David, and this is what I got:
1. sky n. blue adj. pale adj. grey adj. green adj. young adj. raw adj.

So, finally, I understand why people are using the word glasz to describe Kurt's eyes. What I don't understand is why they spell it that way. If I ever end up using it, I'll probably keep the Welsh spelling and italicize it, just like when I use non-naturalized French words in my writing. But I doubt I'll ever use it, unless Kurt or Blaine end up going to Wales, or Kurt turns out to have a Welsh relative I haven't met yet. Because I just don't see it coming up naturally for them, otherwise.
Since encountering the word "glasz" for the first time last week while perusing fan fiction, and after failing to find it in the Merriam-Webster or the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary, I've been curious about the etymology.

I went to the university library today and it occurred to me that it would almost certainly have the complete Oxford English Dictionary (OED) on hand. If you're not familiar with the OED and you are interested in words, you really need to become acquainted. With more than 616,000 entries, it is the most comprehensive dictionary of the English language. Plus, each entry includes a reliable history of the origins of each word, and often notes on similar words in related languages.

So I asked my reference librarian to point me to the OED. As much as I love big, fat 20+ volume books, I opted for the online version because it is updated more frequently, and I suspected that glasz is a neologism.

Alas, glasz is so new that it's not in the online OED. I felt a bit defeated, but then I decided to look up cerulean, which is my other recent obsession. And there, in the etymological notes for cerulean was a reference to the Welsh word glas:
Latin cærule-us dark blue, dark green, applied to the sky, the sea (Mediterranean), but occas. to leaves, fields: compare Welsh glas. In the mod. languages always taken as deep blue.

I kind of want to fault the OED here for not being absolutely clear on why it's pulling out the Welsh glas here, but I think it's safe to assume that it's implying that cerulean and glas share an Indo-European root. (Also, I'm a little annoyed that OED says cerulean is always taken as deep blue, but that's just because I don't want it to be so.)

Anyway, I looked up glas in the Welsh-English dictionary of the University of Wales Trinity Saint David, and this is what I got:
1. sky n. blue adj. pale adj. grey adj. green adj. young adj. raw adj.

So, finally, I understand why people are using the word glasz to describe Kurt's eyes. What I don't understand is why they spell it that way. If I ever end up using it, I'll probably keep the Welsh spelling and italicize it, just like when I use non-naturalized French words in my writing. But I doubt I'll ever use it, unless Kurt or Blaine end up going to Wales, or Kurt turns out to have a Welsh relative I haven't met yet. Because I just don't see it coming up naturally for them, otherwise.
[livejournal.com profile] verdandil tipped me off to this beautiful bird.



The photo was takenby MDF and used through a Creative Commons attribution-share alike license. I found it on Wikipedia.

When I saw this picture, I was a little concerned by how the color is almost azure, with only a hint of green - but I calmed down when I read Wikipedia's current definition of cerulean: "Cerulean, also spelled caerulean, may be applied to a range of colors from deep blue, sky-blue, bright blue or azure color through greenish blue colors." Not that Wikipedia is a complete authority on these matters, but I will trust it here because I just like the idea of cerulean being so versatile. Like my Kurt.

(I am just going to ignore buzzkill Merriam-Webster, which defines cerulean as "resembling the blue of the sky.")





[livejournal.com profile] verdandil tipped me off to this beautiful bird.



The photo was takenby MDF and used through a Creative Commons attribution-share alike license. I found it on Wikipedia.

When I saw this picture, I was a little concerned by how the color is almost azure, with only a hint of green - but I calmed down when I read Wikipedia's current definition of cerulean: "Cerulean, also spelled caerulean, may be applied to a range of colors from deep blue, sky-blue, bright blue or azure color through greenish blue colors." Not that Wikipedia is a complete authority on these matters, but I will trust it here because I just like the idea of cerulean being so versatile. Like my Kurt.

(I am just going to ignore buzzkill Merriam-Webster, which defines cerulean as "resembling the blue of the sky.")





I don't know how much I'll be posting to LiveJournal, but I like to hang around here for the Klaine fan fiction. And so you may want to know a little bit about my relationship with Klaine.

Well, I think this one dream I had says most of it:

Kurt and Blaine are my neighbors and come over to my house a lot. I've known Kurt longer; we have some sort of long friendship history. Blaine notes that I always have lots of books laying around that I'm in the middle of reading and is impressed by my literateness. I tell him that anything I read is to prep for my radio show. Blaine says, "What radio show?"

I give Kurt a withering, but friendly, look. "You've never told him about my queer radio show?"

"It never came up," Kurt says. I can tell by his tone of voice that Kurt made sure it never came up.

Blaine is very excited about the show and surprised that I am part of the tribe and starts asking me lots of questions. This apparently happens over multiple visits; sometimes Kurt's there, sometimes not.

It becomes apparent that Blaine, despite being madly in love with Kurt, has not completely dispensed with his bicuriousness, even if making out with Rachel Barry does nothing for him when he is sober. One day, when Kurt is not around, he says, "I can't stand it anymore. I'm so in love with Kurt, but - "

- and then he starts kissing me. I push him away, I guess because Kurt and I are friends and I try to be honorable now and then.

"You can't do this to Kurt," I say.

"Why can't I love both of you?" Blaine says.

I explain to Blaine that he is not really in love with me, that he just has a girl-crush on me because I am outspoken and fabulous. He loves me the way that gay men love my mom, Barbra Streisand, Judy Garland and Susan Sarandon.

(Then I realize that Susan Sarandon was a bad example to bring up, since for a while she dated a gay guy who had never been attracted to a woman until he met - guess who? - Susan Sarandon.)

I realize that nothing I am saying to Blaine is true; he really is in love with me, and I'm being just as assholey as Kurt was when Kurt told him that "Bisexual is a term that gay guys in high school use when they wanna hold hands with girls and feel like a normal person for a change." And there's a little part of me that tells me I should validate Blaine's feelings because I know from experience that it's really fricking hard to be a bisexual teenager, especially when the person you love says shit like that. I can't make out with Blaine, but I could tell him that what he's feeling isn't wrong.

But I don't tell him that. He's just a kid, and I want to make things simple for him. Ultimately, my loyalties are with Kurt - even if he said that shitty thing about bisexuals. Kurt reminds me of myself when I was his age - our singing ranges, our prudishness, our porcelain skin, the crazy outfits, the simultaneous craving and fear of attention, and our utter confusion and hostility when things don't fit into the little boxes we made for them. And so I know that if Kurt sees Blaine kissing me, Kurt will assume that means that Blaine doesn't love him.

So I repeat to Blaine that he doesn't love me, that it's impossible for him to have those kinds of feelings for me.

Blaine tells me I am full of shit and kisses me again. If I didn't believe him by his words, I really have to believe him by the way he's kissing me that he thinks I'm hot.

And that's when Kurt walks in. I am mortified at myself. And Kurt is mortified. And we burst into tears simultaneously. The only difference between me and Kurt at this moment is that he runs away. I am frozen in place.

I am so relieved when Blaine runs after him. I should have talked to Blaine like an adult, told him that who you're attracted to isn't up to you, but how you treat people is. And that love - that bond, the kind of bond that he and Kurt have - always always always comes first. Sometimes that means hard conversations, like, "This is really confusing for me, because I'm totally in love with you, but I have a crush on so-and-so, and I don't know what to do."

So I yell after Blaine: "Tell Kurt you love him more than anyone in the world, that you could never love anyone more, that you can't live without him, but that you're just a little more queer than you knew and it has nothing to do with him!"
I don't know how much I'll be posting to LiveJournal, but I like to hang around here for the Klaine fan fiction. And so you may want to know a little bit about my relationship with Klaine.

Well, I think this one dream I had says most of it:

Kurt and Blaine are my neighbors and come over to my house a lot. I've known Kurt longer; we have some sort of long friendship history. Blaine notes that I always have lots of books laying around that I'm in the middle of reading and is impressed by my literateness. I tell him that anything I read is to prep for my radio show. Blaine says, "What radio show?"

I give Kurt a withering, but friendly, look. "You've never told him about my queer radio show?"

"It never came up," Kurt says. I can tell by his tone of voice that Kurt made sure it never came up.

Blaine is very excited about the show and surprised that I am part of the tribe and starts asking me lots of questions. This apparently happens over multiple visits; sometimes Kurt's there, sometimes not.

It becomes apparent that Blaine, despite being madly in love with Kurt, has not completely dispensed with his bicuriousness, even if making out with Rachel Barry does nothing for him when he is sober. One day, when Kurt is not around, he says, "I can't stand it anymore. I'm so in love with Kurt, but - "

- and then he starts kissing me. I push him away, I guess because Kurt and I are friends and I try to be honorable now and then.

"You can't do this to Kurt," I say.

"Why can't I love both of you?" Blaine says.

I explain to Blaine that he is not really in love with me, that he just has a girl-crush on me because I am outspoken and fabulous. He loves me the way that gay men love my mom, Barbra Streisand, Judy Garland and Susan Sarandon.

(Then I realize that Susan Sarandon was a bad example to bring up, since for a while she dated a gay guy who had never been attracted to a woman until he met - guess who? - Susan Sarandon.)

I realize that nothing I am saying to Blaine is true; he really is in love with me, and I'm being just as assholey as Kurt was when Kurt told him that "Bisexual is a term that gay guys in high school use when they wanna hold hands with girls and feel like a normal person for a change." And there's a little part of me that tells me I should validate Blaine's feelings because I know from experience that it's really fricking hard to be a bisexual teenager, especially when the person you love says shit like that. I can't make out with Blaine, but I could tell him that what he's feeling isn't wrong.

But I don't tell him that. He's just a kid, and I want to make things simple for him. Ultimately, my loyalties are with Kurt - even if he said that shitty thing about bisexuals. Kurt reminds me of myself when I was his age - our singing ranges, our prudishness, our porcelain skin, the crazy outfits, the simultaneous craving and fear of attention, and our utter confusion and hostility when things don't fit into the little boxes we made for them. And so I know that if Kurt sees Blaine kissing me, Kurt will assume that means that Blaine doesn't love him.

So I repeat to Blaine that he doesn't love me, that it's impossible for him to have those kinds of feelings for me.

Blaine tells me I am full of shit and kisses me again. If I didn't believe him by his words, I really have to believe him by the way he's kissing me that he thinks I'm hot.

And that's when Kurt walks in. I am mortified at myself. And Kurt is mortified. And we burst into tears simultaneously. The only difference between me and Kurt at this moment is that he runs away. I am frozen in place.

I am so relieved when Blaine runs after him. I should have talked to Blaine like an adult, told him that who you're attracted to isn't up to you, but how you treat people is. And that love - that bond, the kind of bond that he and Kurt have - always always always comes first. Sometimes that means hard conversations, like, "This is really confusing for me, because I'm totally in love with you, but I have a crush on so-and-so, and I don't know what to do."

So I yell after Blaine: "Tell Kurt you love him more than anyone in the world, that you could never love anyone more, that you can't live without him, but that you're just a little more queer than you knew and it has nothing to do with him!"

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