We are young

Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1058
Spoilers: The truth behind Blaine's gift to Kurt.
Summary: Blaine wasn't eager to let Kurt receive his present.

A/N: So at a loss about the scene being cut but personally, I'm happy I will be able to see it in the DVD because usually, we wouldn't get that. Anyway, hope this satisfies you until it's released. 

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Blaine was stressed. Sure, it was Christmas; there were presents to buy, finals to complete and lines to learn for the Glee Club’s Christmas special but he was stressed for a different reason entirely.

Kurt.

Kurt’s present to be specific.

At the time it seemed like a good idea but now as he walked down the bustling hallways of McKinley, apologising here and there when he happened to catch himself on someone’s bag or shoulder, he was about to give Kurt the said present, wishing he had packed earmuffs for when Kurt would laugh in his face with a look of “no, really, where is my real present?”

With his boyfriend in sight, he smiled brightly; frightened the taller boy would see the pretense through the quiver in his lips. Kurt, none the wiser, mirrored his smile and stood his ground as to wait for Blaine.

“Hey.” Blaine said breathlessly, once he was stood in front of his boyfriend.

“Hi.” Kurt replied; smile never ceasing to decrease as his eyes roamed along Blaine’s attire. “What’s that?” His head cocked to the side as he looked at the red box in Blaine’s hand; a gold bow to accessorize the otherwise dull box.

“Uh,” Blaine laughed skittishly, pushing the box out to Kurt. “This is for you.” 

As if surprised by the idea of gift giving, Kurt reacted simply. "Oh." His eyes darting to Blaine's before a larger smile took hold of his face. "Can I open it?"

"You can do whatever you want with it." Blaine chuckled sweetly, pushing the box further to Kurt until he took it after squealing somewhat.

Kurt played with the box like it was a Rubik Cube, constantly glancing back at Blaine for permission to open it, Blaine’s response was to always smile and nod.

Fortunately Blaine’s sanity was saved once Kurt took the plunge and opened it, a frown forming between his eyebrows. Blaine immediately regretted the childish decision for Kurt’s present.

“Thanks to financial reasons I couldn’t get the Elizabeth Taylor jewellery you wanted. Instead I came up with a substitute, I hope you like it. If you don’t, that’s totally fine, I can understand why you wouldn’t. You deserve everything and I give you tr-“

“Blaine.”

A large exhale and a reassuring smile, Blaine believed it was to reassure his racing heart more than anything else. “Yes?”

“I love it.”

“You do?”

“Of course.”

“But it’s trash, Kurt. Literally.”

Kurt let out a breathless laugh, his fingers glued to the opened box. “No, it’s not. Blaine, this,” He turned the box so Blaine was able to see the disaster he had created, a gum wrapper ring, “this is everything you are; effort, enthusiasm, love and care. It’s the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever received because of that reason. I’m stronger than I once was but to give credit where it is due, you helped me become what I am today and that’s why when I’m not with you, it’s like I’m off balance, unsure and at a loss of how to regain what I had before. I’m the gum and you’re the wrapper.”

“Are you trying to say I’m disposable and tasteless?” Blaine cringed, unsure of how anything good could come from Kurt’s metaphor.

“Perhaps,” Kurt swung his shoulders as he pulled out a smirk. “But what I was trying to say before you helpfully interrupted was ..you protect me.”

Blaine couldn’t help the face crushing smile he projected. His eyes crinkled in the corners and a little huff of laughter passed through his stretched lips as he glanced at the floor momentarily before looking back at his boyfriend. “Kuuurtt..”

“You can cash in that kiss you want to give me later.” Kurt teased, Blaine laughed as his head turned to look at the passing of students who had disappeared once he started talking to Kurt. It could only be them in his eyes so easily.

“I’ll remember that.” He nodded. “So you like it?” A peek of light shone in his eyes, desperate for Kurt’s approval.

“No.” A pause, “I love it.”

Another nervous laugh came from Blaine. “I used to make them for my mom when I was a little kid. Not necessarily from gum wrappers but anything I could find. I’m pretty sure she had a Snap, Crackle and Pop necklace for a period of time.” Kurt made a soft hum of amusement.

“Once I grew up, she used to remind me of her little treasures as she would call them. She would say I was the most precious of them all.” Blaine winced as the memory left him with a bittersweet aftertaste. “I haven’t heard her say that in a while.” A generalisation of a while being years, it had been years since he had been treated like someone’s son and not someone’s nuisance and embarrassment.

Kurt could see the fall in Blaine’s spirit, hating the effect his parents’ failure had on his boyfriend. Blaine was not to blame here, it was all them.

Although he wasn’t against making Blaine see just how amazing he was, the winning smile he’d receive from complimenting Blaine made him feel like he was the only one able to access a certain part of Blaine. He wanted to access it now and did so by engulfing Blaine’s strong figure in his arms tightly.

“Thank you for everything, Blaine. Merry Christmas,” he squeeze, loving the constant warmth Blaine radiated from him. Kurt believed it was from his heart instead of dressing for the weather.

“Merry Christmas, Kurt,” Blaine returned the gesture and pulled away after a certain amount of time; although a hand sat attached to Kurt’s bicep now. “You make me snap, crackle and pop.” He broke out the smile that Kurt was sure could blind someone if they were unprepared.

Kurt let out a tired sigh as a joke and allowed the corners of his lips to twitch into a small grin. “Blaine Anderson, a sap dipped in cheese.” Kurt wouldn’t have him any other way.

“What does that make you then?” Blaine released Kurt’s bicep and took a step forward, gesturing for them to start walking to the cafeteria as it was their lunch period.

Kurt took Blaine’s sign and began walking by his boyfriend’s side, past the various groups of people huddled at lockers and classroom doors.

“Fabulous.”

Title: Gym Class Zero
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: If you haven't seen 3x08 yet.
Warnings: Slight use of language.
Summary: Blaine was left defeated and it wasn't because of the punchbag.
Word Count: 1273
A/N: One) I wrote this before Hold On To Sixteen was aired and all we had was the promo of Blaine in his boxing clothes, so bear in mind it won't follow the story line as well as a fanfiction that was written for the episode.
Two) This is my first time writing Kurt and Blaine fanfiction and it is only my second time writing any fanfiction so forgive me if it's horrible!
Three) This is for you, my darling Anne, my inspiration for most things in life.

Kurt, for the decent part of 6 months, had been educated in Dalton. It didn’t remain permanent, which was obvious for he was wandering along deserted McKinley hallways in attempt to find his boyfriend who explained that he was staying after school hours to work out.

Dalton had a sports program, of course, but it was more divine and polished than anything this public school could offer. Although Dalton had never before offered weights class and as a result of McKinley doing so, Blaine had jumped at the chance. Kurt couldn’t complain as he had recently taken up the hobby of mesmerising Blaine’s arms. Move aside Vogue, Kurt had others things to read.

But his reading material was put aside when he heard grunting echo from the familiar red door that led to the majority of sports rooms. He led tentative steps to the door before pushing it open and slipping inside quietly as he heard another grunt followed by a dull thud. He crept further until he was faced with Blaine’s back, covered in a grey hood whilst his gloved hands rested on the punch bag Kurt assumed he had been punching just a moment ago, as did his forehead.

By his body language, Kurt could see he was deflated from something other than the exercise.

In his time knowing Blaine, he had come to learn that Blaine kept a lot to himself. If he was upset, he wouldn’t show it for long because something inside of him told him he needed to keep up appearances. They were without a doubt the most honest couple in McKinley yet it didn’t stop Blaine from cowering under his inner demons, some of which Kurt didn’t understand why they were there.

He decided to stop the observation before Blaine noticed him first. Kurt imagined he would be angry over the fact that he was secretly watching him in a vulnerable position without Blaine knowing. “Hey.” He said softly, walking closer to his startled boyfriend.
Blaine had jumped when Kurt’s voice broke through the mess that was his thoughts. He turned to look at Kurt, stunned by the contrast he created from looking so beautiful in such an ugly place. “Hey.” He replied, dropping his arms from the punch bag so he could stand straight. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”

“Why would I wait for you? It’s not like you hold any significance to me.” Kurt teased, a tongue edging out from his smiling lips.
Blaine laughed breathlessly, his own smile shy around his lips. It was a start, Kurt thought. “Mmm. True. I guess you came for the show then.” After their first time together sexually, the pair found comfort and happiness in flirting more.

“That I did.” Kurt nodded once as he chuckled whilst he stepped closer. He was able to see the prominent frown between Blaine’s eyebrows better now. A curious finger brushed it out of its place. “Talk to me.”  He cooed, using his fingers to tickle Blaine’s cheek slightly, his expression softening as Kurt did so.

There was a fragile silence for several moments before Blaine decided to speak up, eyes burning into Kurt’s. “Why doesn’t he like me? What did I do to him?”

It was Kurt’s turn to frown; he had no idea as to who Blaine was talking about and how they were able to make him look like a helpless child. “Who? Who doesn’t like you, Blaine?”

“Finn.”

“He does li-“

“It’s like I can’t catch a break.” Blaine’s face scrunched into a look of confusion and pain, it made him step back from Kurt and take another hit to the punch bag. “My dad doesn’t like me for something I can’t control and the same goes for Finn! I’ve never purposely gone out of my way to annoy him.” He shook his head that was downcast to the floor.

“I’m tired of having to prove myself.” His voice broke, catching in his throat as the overwhelming desire to cry reared its painful head. “But that’s what I got myself into, right?” His head shot back up to look at Kurt with a menacing look in his usually warm honey orbs.

“I’m gay so my life is going to be spent proving others that I’m good enough, equal. Do I need to shoot someone with a rifle to show I’m worthy for the army? Will I have to save a baby from a burning building to have the world accept gay parents? If I can’t get my dad or F-Finn to see then I’m surely fucked for the rest of the world’s garbage!”  

Kurt had stayed quiet throughout Blaine’s outburst. It wasn’t out of choice, more like he was speechless. Earlier he had worried at Blaine keeping things to himself; turns out there had been a lot hidden but not enough to hold it back anymore.

“Blaine..” Kurt whispered before he threw himself into an embrace with his defeated boyfriend. It reminded him of their hug when he realised Blaine had transferred, only now the strength Blaine put into the hold was out of fear he would crumble in Kurt’s arms. “Staying true to who you are is worth this. If I didn’t believe that, I’d still sport a plaid shirt and trucker’s crap.” He murmured whilst running loving fingers along Blaine’s curly head.

“You have to take an attempt at life before giving up.” Kurt carried on, pulling away from their hug to grasp Blaine’s biceps. “This..” His eyes darting around the room in a gesture. “This isn’t living. You have to put up with me and Rachel in our tiny New York apartment before you can draw the white flag and even then I’ll assume it’s an accessory you’re suggesting to me.” The corner of Kurt’s lips perked up in an inviting grin, Blaine couldn’t help resist replying with his own small smile.

“They can’t touch us, remember?” The taller boy squeezed at Blaine’s arms whilst he kissed at Blaine’s warm cheek quickly. “I’ll even let you wear my crown, if that helps.” A certain twinkle in Kurt’s eyes lit as he stretched his grin further. Since the day they met, Blaine knew he didn’t want to live without that light ever again.

“That won’t be necessary.” The shorter boy said into a quiet laugh.

“Y'know it was always drilled in to me that blood was what made a family, as if DNA excused the homophobia.” His next laugh was nothing like his earlier one; this was filled with bitterness and irony. “But then you came along and you defied the meaning. You put your own stamp on it. I expect nothing less from you, of course but what I guess I’m trying to say is thank you.”

"You gave me everything without me having to ask and that-.. that makes me believe we'll always be tied to each other in some way. Senior, Junior, NYADA, McKinley. The future isn't as scary as I once thought it was because I'll always have the mark you made on my life." 

Kurt could say nothing in reply, how could he when Blaine was usually the one to take the pipe and smoke it? He was always the one to trump Kurt in romance and affection; Blaine's earlier "I'm not very good at romance" quip usually made Kurt rolls his eyes nowadays. But as intimidating as it could be at times to top Blaine's words, Kurt melted into the comfortable, cosy rhythm they had. "A mark with glitter?" A twitch to his lips made him smirk.

"A mark with glitter." Blaine nodded with a triumphant smile. 

Title: Lost Within Water.
Rating: PG13? I think, I'm rubbish with ratings.
Word Count: 1644
Pairing: Nick & Greg
Spoilers: Mention of episode Cold-Blooded (Season 11, ep6)
Summary: Both men were defeated from the latest case. Both men needed each other.
Author's note: I've only written two fanfics before this and neither were Nick & Greg related. I apologise if it's a bit OOC but I'm keep trying :) Feedback appreciated :D
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The latest case that laid across Greg's hands had taken a toll on him. Some cases did that to you, some didn't. This case had led to the discovery of Whitney Kohner and Rachel Beck (two girls who had been missing for the past 5 years), both of which dead including Whitney's father, Phil, recently killed.

Only minutes ago had Greg left the lab, to his car and off home where comfort lacked and where the walls absorbed Greg's loneliness. He would get home, slip off his shoes and try to recover some of his hope in humanity through some meaningless light humoured comedy shows and a shower that would rest his exhausted muscles, or at least try to.

Except when parked outside his apartment complex, arms hovering over the steering wheel and eyes lost on a place far darker than the alleys of Las Vegas at night. He came to a conclusion that not only him was in need. Nick Stokes, a man known for wearing his heart on his sleeve, was too affected by the outcomes of this case. After all, he had watched Carly Beck fall from legs that should keep you upright and moving but instead had her weak and pitiful, enveloped in Nick's arms as she lost something buried deep inside. Nick and Greg hoped that finding Rachel's body would give her some closure than make her fall any harder.

With this revelation, Greg had shook all hopelessness from him and steered his way out of his parking spot. He and Nick could grab a beer or two, in honour of all 4 humans within this case and just grab on to any ounce of happiness they could find because after all the bad guy was behind bars and two very lost girls had now been found. But was it really enough?

Shooting down the roads of Las Vegas, Greg thought on. No, it really wasn't.

Lights, crowds, noise passed on by as he drove meaning life went on and so would he. He'd be okay, eventually. He always believed that if you were affected due to the job on hand, you were doing it right. Just sometimes, it felt like all he came away with was sorrow and a clouded mind, not filtered of it's disturbed memories and harsh realities.

Greg sighed harshly, pushing harder on the throttle of his car, intentionally for he wanted to be in company of a fellow friend alot quicker. A turn off here, a traffic light stop there and Greg was now placed outside the bungalow of Nick Stokes. He peered out from his car window, eyeing up the building before him. Simple, cosy enough and somewhat reliable because of it's owner. He lightly grinned at the thought before exiting and locking the car. He walked up the small drive in, accompanied by Nick's truck, certain the texan was home and reached the front door; lightly knocking on it when the door opened in an almost haunted fashion. No one was behind it, holding it open which led to Greg panicking.

After every traumatic event in his life, you'd think Nick would lock his door. He most likely did every other night but now in a time of distress, he must of forgot to be so cautious. This worried Greg more as he stepped in, his eyes opened to the scene around him. He had been here only a handful of times, sometimes for a beer and a laugh, other times to check if the man was alright after another pyscho decided to hurt him.

The place had a well looked after vibe to it as books were stacked in a neat manner, countertops shone with the Vegas light after being well cleaned and the air smelled like Nick's essence. It gave Greg a well forced shove of home and in a way Nick was. Greg had known him for 11 years and for those 4015 days, he was a role model to Greg as he was a friend. He had only made his way into the building with three steps when he lingered to stare at Nick's home life. He was giving credit to Nick when Greg hoped he hadn't fallen asleep with an unlocked door so he turned and shut the door quietly, he didn't want to startle the house owner when he had issues of stalking under his belt. Now the issue was to find Nick and whip his ass Hojem style for being so... ditzy?

That was when Greg finally heard the pitter patter of a shower going. His hands slowly gliding off of the lock system on Nick's door and dropping his head to gaze at the floor helplessly as if he was submissive to the carpet. Maybe he should leave, he did in the end enter someone else's house without invitation and was now listening in on his daily rountine. It's like I'm a Nigel Crane wannabe. Let me find my specs, first.

What brought Greg to leave his self pity by that door, he didn't know but now he was walking away and further into the open space, brushing fingertips along items of various things as he moved. All soft and welcoming like Nick was. His legs had moved him beside the kitchen worktop which further on led down a small corridor to other rooms of the house. The shower was now alot more dense to his ears, alot more accurate, alot more sad. Why?

Because he heard the hard sobs of his colleague, his best friend..
Once again, the man was wearing his heart on that scarred sleeve..

Stunned and irritational, Greg sped down that small corridor and made a smooth entry into the bathroom. He needed to be subtle or he could have Nick shooting him in fear of an intruder and Greg wasn't in the mood to die. He stepped lightly across the tiled floor and was directly in front of the shower box, see through like Nick's heart right now as his eyes clenched with tears and fists that met the shower wall. Greg had to wince at the sight, pain didn't settle well over Nick's charming features. He tapped on the glass wall slightly, Nick immediately shot his neck in the direction of the noise with eyes that welled with childlike innocence and a red nose. Greg spread his fingertips along the glass and pressed his full palm onto it. Nick made no attempt to move or mirror the action, he just stared. Scared.

"It's okay." Greg's voice was hoarse within the almost silent room apart from the shower.

Nick's broken sob slipped through his wet lips and his body jolted slightly. He wouldn't believe.

So Greg took in drastic measures and used his other hand to work open the shower door, backing up before entering the box laced with water and Texan skin. He stepped in, not caring for his clothes or even his car keys. Rust all they like though they were not made of iron. He made sure to keep his eyes on Nick's, he didn't need no sexual predator accusations thrown at him even if his current situation made it that much worse. He inched a step closer, the shower door had no closed due to no one holding it. Neither seemed to flinch when it shut, too absorbed in the other's next move.

It was Greg's of course. His arms maneuvered to Nick's head, his hands planted on either side of Nick's face, fingers above his ears, pushing back the tufts of washed hair. "It's okay." He repeated quietly, his own hair in with a good soak from the shower.

Nick only nodded, his eyes once again clenching from the rush of emotion that came with crying. His eyelashes caught to droplets of water making the painful scene, painfully beautiful. His mouth broke with short breaths, rapid. His nodding head never stopped until he pressed the tired forehead along the clothed shoulder of Greg, sobbing further. His back shaking. Greg's hands moved with Nick's movement and were now currently placed on the back of his head and the shoulder blade.

His hand twisted dangerously through Nick's hair, fisting it as he mirrored the man he held's emotion.
Shut eyes and watered down sobs was all that was left of the pair.

Greg lowered his head towards the head of hair, his lips pressing along coconut scented strands, he muttered into it. "I didn't get a glimpse of your weiner, don't worry." His chuckle broke the negativity, he had come here to feel better and in a way this had. Nick's laugh followed close behind, his forehead lifted from Greg's shoulder and his eyes once again locking with the younger man's.

A small smile complimented his face, his lips shaded with a hint of laughter. Nick would be okay, just like Greg. "What if I wanted you to look?"

"Well do you want me to look?"

"Do you want me to want you-"

"I want you." Greg cut off Nick pleasantly, eager to get this out in the open.

"Oh."

The shower echoed the room with no attempt from the boys to move. They both stared at each other, locked on the other's depth in their pupils. Had tragedy brought them together? Or was this thing always there, always closing in on them til it could not be ignored no more and led them to be in the shower together before their first kiss. Before their first time of making love. Before their first time to even announce their feelings for one another. Hell, would those things even happen? He wanted that and Greg had just gave him the go ahead. Nick knew then what to do.

"Then we'll try." He said, wiping away the water lingering along his lower lip with the swipe of his tongue.

"Yes." Greg bluntly responded before teeth shone from his overwhelming smile.

They were both stubborn enough to know they'll try and try again.

They wouldn't fail each other.
It wasn't allowed.