I was thinking of a son - Klaine wedding
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Guess what's back tonight? I'm gleeful. (*snickers*)
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Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Avengers movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: mentions of religion
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 730
Point of view: third
Note: in this 'verse
Whenever Blaine prays, it’s to Kurt. Not because he thinks Kurt is a god or The God or whatever - no, it’s because Kurt saved him. Continues to save him. Has been saving him since they were both sixteen and trying to find their way out.
Kurt is Blaine’s past, present, and future. And he doesn’t pray that often, but when he does, he addresses his prayers to Kurt. And later, when he’s curled up against Kurt’s side, he’ll whisper the prayers into Kurt’s skin, just breathing him in, and he’ll know they’ve been answered.
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Kurt has never believed in his father’s god, and he’s only ever prayed to his mother (and, he supposes, his sister, if those detailed, never-carried-out plans of death and mayhem count, and they probably do).
All of Kurt’s prayers have been answered, and when Blaine pulls him in and tilts his head back invitingly, and then murmurs into Kurt’s mouth, Marry me, Kurt murmurs back, Yes.
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Once upon a time, Mercedes Jones took Kurt to church with her. She prayed for him and his father, for healing and hope. She entreated him to pray, too, because it was the only way she thought things might get better. She held his hands, bowed her head, and did her best.
It did nothing for him, of course, except spark his temper, but he supposes it’s the thought that counts.
She’s in Los Angeles, now, with a record deal and her first album on the way. She’s exhausted and exhilarated, and sometimes she thinks about calling up her old friend Kurt Hummel. She misses him.
She never does, though, because there’s just never enough time in the day.
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The Anderson-Stark and Hummel wedding is small. It’s not a media circus, although attempts are made. Only immediate family is invited, and that includes both the Avengers and a pair of assassins whose reputation rivals the Black Widow’s.
Kurt and Blaine aren’t married in a church. Their first dance as husbands is to Katy Perry’s old song about skintight jeans and never looking back.
Váli flirts up a storm with Natasha Romanova while Nari dances with Clint Barton; Fenrir, Jörmungandr, and Sleipnir are magicked into human shape by Loki for twenty-four hours, and Fenrir follows Bruce Banner around like a puppy; Hel spends the reception talking about ‘40s style art with Steve Rogers and Maria Anderson; and Loki shares one dance with Burt Hummel. As the music fades into the next song, Loki kisses him gently on the lips and steps back. She looks like Kathryn Hummel, like no time has passed at all.
“C’mon, kid, dance with your old man?” Tony Stark asks the only child he will ever have. Blaine laughs, but goes to him, having already danced with both his mom and Carole Hudson-Hummel (Hudmel? That sounds better to Tony). Tony wants to ask a thousand questions, all variations on the same argument they’ve been having ever since he realized his son’s boyfriend -husband - was Loki’s kid.
But Blaine’s answer won’t change. Blaine’s mind is made up, and probably has been since he first took Kurt’s hand on that stairway.
So instead, Tony says, “I’m happy for you, kiddo,” Blaine beams up at him, and when Tony hands him off to Kurt for the next song, Tony can even smile for him.
He likes Kurt Hummel, really he does. The kid impressed him the first time they ever met, and he’s sharp as a whip, sarcastic to a degree Tony can appreciate, and Tony can see how much Kurt loves Blaine.
But Loki can’t be trusted. He-she-whatever - yeah, Loki’s been better lately, but that just means something’s in the works. Tony and his team have learned that the hard way.
“Hello, Mr. Stark,” Loki purrs, stopping in front of him and looking up with a smirk. “Would you be so kind as to dance with me?”
Tony looks over at Blaine, completely wrapped up in Kurt, gazing up at him with hearts in his eyes.
Yeah, Loki is their enemy a good portion of the time. And, yeah, one day Blaine will probably die because of something Loki has done.
But tonight is for Blaine.
So Tony pastes on his smarmiest smirk and purrs right back, “Of course,” taking Loki’s hand and spinning her around.
Tonight’s for Blaine. Tony’ll do anything for him, even dance with Loki.
Guess what's back tonight? I'm gleeful. (*snickers*)
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Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Avengers movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: mentions of religion
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 730
Point of view: third
Note: in this 'verse
Whenever Blaine prays, it’s to Kurt. Not because he thinks Kurt is a god or The God or whatever - no, it’s because Kurt saved him. Continues to save him. Has been saving him since they were both sixteen and trying to find their way out.
Kurt is Blaine’s past, present, and future. And he doesn’t pray that often, but when he does, he addresses his prayers to Kurt. And later, when he’s curled up against Kurt’s side, he’ll whisper the prayers into Kurt’s skin, just breathing him in, and he’ll know they’ve been answered.
.
Kurt has never believed in his father’s god, and he’s only ever prayed to his mother (and, he supposes, his sister, if those detailed, never-carried-out plans of death and mayhem count, and they probably do).
All of Kurt’s prayers have been answered, and when Blaine pulls him in and tilts his head back invitingly, and then murmurs into Kurt’s mouth, Marry me, Kurt murmurs back, Yes.
.
Once upon a time, Mercedes Jones took Kurt to church with her. She prayed for him and his father, for healing and hope. She entreated him to pray, too, because it was the only way she thought things might get better. She held his hands, bowed her head, and did her best.
It did nothing for him, of course, except spark his temper, but he supposes it’s the thought that counts.
She’s in Los Angeles, now, with a record deal and her first album on the way. She’s exhausted and exhilarated, and sometimes she thinks about calling up her old friend Kurt Hummel. She misses him.
She never does, though, because there’s just never enough time in the day.
.
The Anderson-Stark and Hummel wedding is small. It’s not a media circus, although attempts are made. Only immediate family is invited, and that includes both the Avengers and a pair of assassins whose reputation rivals the Black Widow’s.
Kurt and Blaine aren’t married in a church. Their first dance as husbands is to Katy Perry’s old song about skintight jeans and never looking back.
Váli flirts up a storm with Natasha Romanova while Nari dances with Clint Barton; Fenrir, Jörmungandr, and Sleipnir are magicked into human shape by Loki for twenty-four hours, and Fenrir follows Bruce Banner around like a puppy; Hel spends the reception talking about ‘40s style art with Steve Rogers and Maria Anderson; and Loki shares one dance with Burt Hummel. As the music fades into the next song, Loki kisses him gently on the lips and steps back. She looks like Kathryn Hummel, like no time has passed at all.
“C’mon, kid, dance with your old man?” Tony Stark asks the only child he will ever have. Blaine laughs, but goes to him, having already danced with both his mom and Carole Hudson-Hummel (Hudmel? That sounds better to Tony). Tony wants to ask a thousand questions, all variations on the same argument they’ve been having ever since he realized his son’s boyfriend -husband - was Loki’s kid.
But Blaine’s answer won’t change. Blaine’s mind is made up, and probably has been since he first took Kurt’s hand on that stairway.
So instead, Tony says, “I’m happy for you, kiddo,” Blaine beams up at him, and when Tony hands him off to Kurt for the next song, Tony can even smile for him.
He likes Kurt Hummel, really he does. The kid impressed him the first time they ever met, and he’s sharp as a whip, sarcastic to a degree Tony can appreciate, and Tony can see how much Kurt loves Blaine.
But Loki can’t be trusted. He-she-whatever - yeah, Loki’s been better lately, but that just means something’s in the works. Tony and his team have learned that the hard way.
“Hello, Mr. Stark,” Loki purrs, stopping in front of him and looking up with a smirk. “Would you be so kind as to dance with me?”
Tony looks over at Blaine, completely wrapped up in Kurt, gazing up at him with hearts in his eyes.
Yeah, Loki is their enemy a good portion of the time. And, yeah, one day Blaine will probably die because of something Loki has done.
But tonight is for Blaine.
So Tony pastes on his smarmiest smirk and purrs right back, “Of course,” taking Loki’s hand and spinning her around.
Tonight’s for Blaine. Tony’ll do anything for him, even dance with Loki.