My Dojo

Yes, I've come with another headcanon {I have issues with my headcanon's, okay? They pop out like babies out of octomom}.

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 21:08:08 -0400

Bone grafting is a surgical procedure that replaces missing bone in order to repair bone fractures that are extremely complex, pose a significant health risk to the patient, or fail to heal properly.

HEADCANNON: Blaine received a bone graft after the Sadie Hawkin’s dance {leg, preferably, but arm or shoulder or collarbone is possible}, and, because of a black market, behind the scene bone donor, the graft was ridden with bone cancer {terminal, a bad stage of cancer, your call}.

Great. I’m making myself sad.

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Tue, 27 Mar 2012 20:58:31 -0400

I've just listened to Second Chance by Shinedown,

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 20:34:50 -0400

and I believe that this is the perfect blangst song.

Yes. This is all.

shellymats: It’s happening! Finally Glee promo with Matt Bomer!...

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 20:24:11 -0400

shellymats:

It’s happening! Finally Glee promo with Matt Bomer! I’ve been waiting for this for a long time! Going crazy from this.

What if SIUTK is like Take A Bow from S1?

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 20:22:00 -0400

Like, Blaine’s just walking away from Cooper, seeing all of his friends and his boyfriend fangirling over him, and while the camera is focusing on him, he just breaks into song?

I seriously will punch RIB in the face if all we get of Cooper is the Duran Duran mashup and a small...

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 23:19:08 -0400

I seriously will punch RIB in the face if all we get of Cooper is the Duran Duran mashup and a small hallway scene.

Untitled Defensive!Blaine Drabble

Sun, 25 Mar 2012 18:55:14 -0400

…Now everyone was staring at him with disapproval marked in their eyes, some a bit more resentful and angered than others, but all still disappointed in the former Warbler.

Blaine flinched. “I didn’t mean to tell him about Regional’s-” he began, but was cut off by Finn’s low but effective growl.

“But it was pretty cowardly to run away from us when-” Finn started, looking the most annoyed and bitter of the New Directions.

“I AM NOT A COWARD!” Blaine’s roar was unexpected, causing everyone to jolt. Sure, they’ve seen the dapper former Warbler upset, even irritated, but never angry, not like now.

Finn’s eyes widened, completely taken by surprise.

I’ve always thought that if someone had called Blaine a coward, or said to him ‘that’s pretty cowardly’, than he’d flip and be all angsty and crap.

I get the strangest headcanon’s from reading other fandom’s fanfictions~

It's not a fantasy... It's an inevitability: The things Finn has done that makes him a very unlikable character

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 19:08:13 -0400

It's not a fantasy... It's an inevitability: The things Finn has done that makes him a very unlikable character:

scarves-and-goldstars:

A lot of people apparently want to know so here goes:

The douchey things he did to Rachel:

He never listens to Rachel even though he’s her boyfriend

He took Rachel on a date when she specifically told him she didn’t want any distractions

He forced himself onto Rachel on said date and…

Blaine Anderson and the Depressing Fandom Reaction

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 07:16:01 -0400

*Sebastian enters*
Fandom: If Blaine leaves Kurt for anyone else then he is both an idiot and a dick.
*Moving Kurtofsky scene*
Fandom: Wow, you know, the chemistry between these two is really quite interesting. I wouldn't mind Kurt leaving Blaine to see that.

Is there anymore of Complicated Sin than the first two chapters? grabbyhands

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 07:12:35 -0400

Yes, being in the process of written write now, actually!

Okay people. I am getting to work on an Autism!Blaine fic/drabble/one-shot {not quite sure yet, soo...}

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 22:54:26 -0400

Wish me luck.

Opposites Attract

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 21:41:00 -0400

Remember this, Seblainers? Oh yeah, I did it.

Title: Opposites Attract

Rating: T for references and Mpreg

Pairings: Seblaine, former Klaine

Summary: “As the pinched cries of our baby slice the air, we look at each other, green meeting hazel. And, slowly, a smile spreads across my lips. I know you’ll be a good father.” Seblaine, MPREG, one-shot

You and I were never compatible. Of course not; you were a snappy, sarcastic, and sex-driven frat boy who loved to party and jump down my pants at every opportunity. I, on the other hand, was gentle, kind, loved to stay up at night, go on dates, and just loved being with my boyfriend. We are as different as the moon and the sun, as heaven and hell, as dogs and cats, as Team Rocket and Ash, as Spongebob and Squidward. So how did it lead up to this?

I’m here with you now, my hand squeezing yours as the contractions tear at my midsection, my cries ringing out through the hospital room. It hurts so badly; so much that I want it to stop. I know that you want it too as well; your green eyes that remind me of the color of sea foam are clouded with pain as you stare down at me: you want me to be okay.

I gasp out loud a second time as the doctors crowd around my lower half, preparing to capture the small baby that is so desperately making it’s way out of my body. The pain is unimaginable, just as Quinn described to me.

Your hands, hardened with calluses, grip over my own as you stare down at me; I know how much you think it hurts, but it’s a good kind of pain. This pain will bring a miracle. Our son/daughter, given to us by the miracle of being a carrier.

“What gender do you want it to be?” you whisper to me; I know you want to distract me from all of the intense pain as I wait for the pushing to begin. We talked about it endlessly; you wanted it to be a boy, so you could teach it everything your own father never taught you. I, meanwhile, wanted it to be a girl, so I could bring her into the world of fashion, and be kind to her and love her like my mother never did. I know you know my answer already, but, once again, I answer you with a shaky breath,

“Girl,” The pain that follows, as if triggered by my throat rumbling with my effort, is intensifying. You only hold on tighter. You always know how to make me feel better, despite how much pain is blocking my path to contentment.

You laugh; it is not humor-full, but it’s not sad either, mostly shaky. “Watch it be a boy,” you mock playfully, tussling my sweaty, gel-free hair with one of your own sweaty palms. I smile despite my pain. You love to mess with me like that.

I grit my teeth in unbearable agony as the fifth contraction slices through me. The distance between them is getting quicker; I know that by anytime, our child could be here. Both of our eyes meet, and in them, I can see how proud you are of me for doing this, for going through the pregnancy, all nine months, without once bringing up abortion at our young age. I’m only eighteen, after all, and you seventeen.

I remember the day that I came to you, my skin pale, and my body racketing in shivers. After Kurt broke up with me after our fight, I remember the passionate night we shared as you somehow managed to shakily fix pieces of my broken heart. It was a one-night stand at the time; I told you the next day that we couldn’t speak of it again. And we didn’t. Even though I warned you of this, you still managed to catch my eye, to give me a small smile, even when Kurt was there.

I also remember all of the fear, all of the horrible feelings I was feeling once I saw the two pink lines on that pregnancy test. I hadn’t had sex with Kurt after our one-night stand, I was still wary of him, even after we had gotten back together. I knew the baby was yours.

When I came to you, pulling you into the Lima Bean and telling you about the baby, you were so shocked, a deer in headlights look on your face. I was terrified that you would get up and leave, leave me and this baby behind. With my boyfriend who wasn’t the father of this baby.

You suddenly smirked, catching me off guard. “I guess we’ll always have a little reminder of that night, huh?” you joked, causing me to kick you underneath the table. You hissed in pain, glaring at me, all though I could really see you weren’t all that mad. “No need to get all hot and bothered.”

I smiled, softly, than. You always knew how to make me smile on a horrible day.

But that was not the last I had seen of you. In the middle of the school year, right before Valentines day, you transferred schools. My shock? Unimaginable. My anger? Phenomenal. I stared at you, bitter rage seeping through my skin. Oh honey, if looks could kill, you and I both know that you’d be dead meat at that time. And guess who was right next to me at the time of your sudden arrival? Kurt.

“What is he doing here?” he hissed to me, rage boiling through his skin.

I gulped hesitantly; I knew why you were here. But I could not say anything; I would be dead if Kurt knew about the baby and the passionate, hot, amazing night we shared by the lakeshore by your house. I grabbed his hand, smiling.

“I don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s probably trouble,” I told him, my tone dropping to a growl as soon as you saw me.

You walked over, acting like you were so normal, so happy and cocky. “Well if it isn’t Betty White,” he addressed you, causing your face to go a deep crimson of suppressed rage. “and the Baker,” I growled so loud at that moment that I could’ve sworn you backed up a little. “How are you both? Good, I presume?” The question wasn’t a bad one, but the baker? That was how you addressed me in front of my clueless boyfriend?

We stared at each other for a few, heated moments, my eyes tracking your movements. But, surprisingly, I saw so much warmth, and care in your eyes that it took me by surprise.

“We were good before you came,” Kurt spoke up, snapping us from our stare. He grabbed my forearm with an intense grip, staring you down like a hawk. “Why are you here, anyway? Not in a Dalton uniform, either,” He observed every inch of your body, his eyes spitting an intense rage.

You stared at my boyfriend, a cocky grin growing across your handsome features. “Funny you’d say that, Hummel,” you said to him with a mocking tone, “I’m not in uniform because I’m a McKinley Titan now!” You told us with an airy, over emphasized tone that made me laugh silently.

Kurt was upset, no doubt. He grabbed my forearm, herding me away from you without another word. I looked at you over my shoulder, silently apologizing for his behavior. But he didn’t look back at you, and your eyes portrayed every warm emotion as you looked at me, your eyes slowly drifting to my four week old womb.

Once the New Directions figured out about your upcoming, however, they were like a mob of angry cattle, all ready to tear your throat out, hungry for your blood. I stopped them.

“But he almost blinded you!” Mike reminded me agitatedly; he’s one of my closest friends, and what you did really hit him in a bad place. “How can you forget that, Blaine?” he asked, looking concerned for me. Everyone else looked at me, as if I was crazy, begging for my answer.

I took a deep breath. “Sebastian isn’t a threat,” I told them all, my voice shaking. “Why would he come to McKinley, just to take us down? And I’m sure that the whole slushie incident is well behind him; it wasn’t aimed at me anyway,” Kurt glared at me.

Finn growled. “Jesse St. James, anyone else? I mean, come on. Next thing you know, he’s going to try and join the glee club!” I sighed at the mention of Jesse. How much would they bring him up? I had heard it at least four times underneath Finn’s breath as soon as I was in earshot - during the time when Finn and I had minor…differences.

Puck nodded. “How much you wanna bet that he’s going to be throwing slushies in our faces in the halls too?” I knew you wouldn’t do that. You weren’t that evil.

Everyone had began to pitch in their own ideas of what you’d do to our club; I had had enough with it. As if it could understand, our unborn child withered inside of my womb in my distress. I knew that all of these accusations were untrue. And everyone continued to bring up the slushie incident about me, as if it had happened to them all.

With an annoyed sigh, I said loudly, “I know that maybe Sebastian has done some bad things in the past,” I began, everyone quieting down as they looked to me. “But we’ve all done something we regret. And I know that half of you may have done something equally as bad,” I said lowly, causing some of them to flinch slightly.

Kurt looked at me. “Are you serious?” he demanded quietly, softly, as if he couldn’t believe me. I could hardly believe myself either.

I took in a deep breath, “Yes, I am.” And that was all I said before walking out of the choir room, rubbing my stomach as our baby twitched inside of me. I didn’t like how they were talking about you. They made you out to be evil; like someone who held no emotion, someone who had true psychopathic tendencies. But you weren’t like that. And this baby was slightly living proof of that.

I saw you constantly in the halls. You’d pop out of nowhere, giving me a flirtatious comment at first, but than your green eyes would take on a sweet look as your eyes grazed over my slightly swollen stomach. “How are you two?” you’d ask after, being carefully quiet. I had warned you one time that no one knew, and I’d like to keep it that way for a while.

I’d smile softly. “Okay, I guess,” That was always my answer. Sometimes you’d know that this was an understatement, and you’d smile and guess that something awesome must’ve happened. Sometimes you’d know that it was a horrible lie, and that nothing was really okay. But whenever that happened, you’d never ask. You were good in that way.

Truth be told, I didn’t know how I should handle my situation around Kurt. I wanted to tell him; it was killing me just by having this huge secret, the secret of another life that was wiggling inside of me. And I could not share it with him. Because it wasn’t his.

Another little truth-be-told, I was also angry with you. Just in general. I knew you did bad things at Scandals. Before the baby, you had told me one time about how you smoked sometimes and did cocaine whenever you were feeling down. And, frankly, it made me question whether or not you were capable of being a father to my child.

This was all cleared up when Santana approached me one day. She glared at me for a split second, before pulling me into the silent and abandoned gym, staring daggers at my stomach. “I know,” she hissed, her eyes narrowed.

I gulped. “A-about…?” I didn’t want to say it incase it was one of those movie scenes, when someone said they knew something about you, and it turned out to be the wrong thing.

“About your little one-night stand baby,” she growled.

I face palmed, sweat dripping from my forehead in my distress. I paced for quite awhile, staring at the floor, than back at Santana.

“He told me,” she clarified, crossing her arms over her WMHS logo. “Twink tried to cover it up for a bit, but Ol’ Auntie Snix beat it out of him,” she told me, smirking. I panicked at ‘beat it out of him’. Santana’s eyes slightly widened as she shook her head. “I didn’t actually beat him up,” she told me.

I took a giant breath, sighing. “Please don’t tell Kurt,” I begged, pleading with my voice as well as my eyes. Santana narrowed her eyes.

“Okay, I won’t. But, I really think you need to know how much of a predicament you’re in, Hobbit,” she began, searching my gaze. My eyebrow raised. She sighed. “Look, Dapperson, he cares about you. A lot, actually. And this whole ‘transferring’ thing was to get closer to you and your lovechild. I know that you and Kurt have your whole ‘high-school romance’ thing going on, but, really, I’m not sure how Kurt’s going to react to his boyfriend having his enemies baby,” she told me, looking at me with pity.

I looked at her with more emotion than I’ve felt in days, weeks, actually. “What do I do?” I asked, so pitifully and brokenly. She sighed, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“I’d tell Kurt. Look, Blaine, whatever Hummel does, I’ve got your back, okay? Sebastian may be pretty bad, but I honestly think that you and him are going to be good dad’s,” she told me, making me smile softly. Her face hardened. “And I don’t compliment people often, you know,” she informed me.

I smirked. “I know.”

Santana kept our secret well, even as my stomach grew in size. You guarded me from a questioning Kurt, who wondered whether or not I should go on a diet, much to my mood swings’ displeasure. Quinn knew next. She completely understood my situation, and was on my side through it all. Brittany and Artie knew afterwards, after Santana accidentally told Brittany. Artie just knew, somehow.

“I suspected it when you defended Sebastian after he first came,” he told me, smirking. “Well, not the whole pregnancy thing, but I knew that there was something up with both of you,” he clarified.

I think Kurt was beginning to suspect our dirty little secret as soon as you took a slushie for me. Rick was walking by, slushie cup in hand and ready to splash me with the cold liquid in the cup, when you leaped in the way, causing the ice cold, cherry-flavored drink to hit you dead on in the face. Rick laughed obnoxiously, smirking at your disgusted face. He walked away, promising me a slushie tomorrow, which I somehow avoided. I remember looking at you with a soft expression as I grabbed a towel from one of the swimming teams necks.

Slowly, I began to clean underneath your eye, despite your efforts to get me to stop and just go to glee club. I just continued to clean your face, softly, slowly, until our eyes met for a moment. A warm feeling, something that I hadn’t felt in a while, spread across my chest, like a butterflies wings. Kurt saw us immediately, a frown on his face as he asked what was wrong.

“I accidentally stepped in the way of a slushie meant for your boy toy,” you told him with an irritated tone. Thank God you knew to keep quiet about the baby.

Kurt just looked at me, before grabbing my hand and leading me away from you, telling me that you were fine. And it just broke my heart to see you staring after me like that.

Somehow, Finn knew. I never knew how, and I never tried to figure out. Every time I think of how he told Kurt, I get mad. I can’t explain it, I just do.

Kurt was in a fit of complete rage. His eyes were narrowed, his fists clenched. He almost punched you in the face, but I stopped him. Both of you looked at me, surprise in yours and shock in Kurt’s.

“I’m sorry, Kurt,” I told him, biting my bottom lip. “I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you, I really wanted to, but…,” I tried, but I couldn’t find the words.

He looked at me coldly. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, because I’m done with you,” he said icily, walking away. I didn’t have to ask; I knew we were broken up.

You looked at me, guiltily. “Blaine…,” you began, stepping near me, your hand brushing against my own. “I’m so sorry,”

I shook my head numbly, turning on my heel and walking down the empty hallway, where members of the New Directions peeked out of the choir room, hearing everything. Finn frowned my way disapprovingly, to which I remember you shouting at him in your anger and distress:

“Wipe that look off of your face before I do, Finnocence,” you snapped, before I heard your stomps descend down the hallway and one of the double doors clanked shut loudly behind you.

I thought that they were all mad at me. Honestly, I did. But, according to Quinn, everyone on Team Kurt - oh yes, remember Team Kurt and Team Seblaine? - was just really disappointed in me. If your memory needs refreshing, Mercedes, Finn, and Rachel were on Team Kurt, while Mike, Artie, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Sugar and Rory were all on our team. Tina, Puck, and Sam were pretty neutral about the whole situation.

I laugh at it now as I think of it; all of them, even Kurt, are at the hospital with us, in the waiting room, waiting to hear the news about our child. But, honestly, I need them here with me. They’re so supporting, really, when I think about it now.

Throughout it all, you were by my side, even though I was reluctant to let you near me after everything that had happened previously. And now, as my contractions have slowed down, you grip my hand as the doctor shouts at me to push, telling me that I have to get my child out.

Even as I went to the doctor, where she planned my sonogram’s date, I told you that you needn’t not come; I didn’t want to worry you about it. The stress of being at a new school must’ve worn down on you; trust me, I know what that’s like. But you did insist, and as we looked at the small screen, after the doctor had given me the cold gel on my stomach, and we saw our unborn baby move around in my stomach, small, but protected, and as you gripped my hand, bringing it slowly to your mouth, I knew that you possibly had changed.

Everything was changing before my eyes, just because of this pregnancy. Cooper, after finding out, looked at me strangely, eyebrow raised, and then looked at you, unsure what to make of this new couple. Well, we weren’t a couple. What were we at that time? I’m not sure I’ll ever know. Mr. Schuster even was reluctant to let me perform at Sectionals, given my current situation. Quinn backed me up though, easily and without question.

Now, laying on this hospital bed with my cries of pure pain, you cover my hands with your own, murmuring things to me that only I know you say. The doctors are ordering me to push, in which you snap a remark at them, and they quiet down as they realize your protective nature.

“I can’t do it,” I whisper painfully, staring at you with wide eyes.

You smile. “Yes you can,” you tell me, a smirk growing on your lips. “Come on, princess, can’t handle a little pain? I thought you were the one who took the rock salt slushie?” you tease again.

I growl at the use of one of your many nicknames for me, princess. You know I hate that one the most, but, yet, you love to call me that. But I smirk.

“Oh, trust me, honey, we’re not having another kid for another thirty years,” I hiss, gripping your hand tightly. Your face contorts in pain, but you grab mine back, enduring it.

“Do you really think we’ll last that long?” But your question remains unanswered as I push, hard. Everything happens at once: the doctors begin smiling and nodding encouragingly, you begin to smile with them, and I cry out again, pushing the last half of our child out, out into the world.

As the pinched cries of our baby slice the air, we look at each other, green meeting hazel. And, slowly, a smile spreads across my lips. I know you’ll be a good father.

“It’s a boy!” one of the doctors cries, holding up the bloody newborn. I smile, tears pooling in the bottoms of my eyes.

You turn back to me, smirking. “Told you it was gonna be a boy,” And you wink after that, smirking. But you don’t try and hide the blush and joyful tears slowly forming on your face.

“Mr. Smythe?” one of the doctors ask, and you turn, eyebrows raised. “Would you like to cut the chord?” You nod, smiling and walking over to the doctor, cutting where she instructs you to. You look at me, smiling softly.

“He’s beautiful.” You tell me, your eyes full of emotion. “What are we-“

But I answer before you even finish, smiling softly. “Liam Conner,” I tell you, watching as you smile back at me once more.

“I like that name,” you say, smirking.

I watch as the doctors hand me our son, and he blinks up tired green eyes at me. He already looks like you, I can tell. You crouch beside me, answering slowly when the doctor asks if we’d like the New Directions to come in.

I smile. You and I may not get along very well sometimes, but as they say, opposites attract.

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Sat, 17 Mar 2012 20:21:19 -0400

I wonder if there are any Autistic!Blaine fics out there.

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 19:08:27 -0400

If there isn’t one, someone should get to work on this. I demand it.

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Mon, 12 Mar 2012 10:34:29 -0400

Klainers, this fic is gonna make you cry.

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 10:33:54 -0400

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7915692/1/Let_Go

I swear.

Oh my God, I had a Blangst dream last night.

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 07:50:30 -0400

Like, Finn kept on yelling at Blaine to sit down and stuff, and it turns out that Blaine was already depressed, so he went home and committed suicide, and than Kurt became a mute…

I really shouldn’t have read this: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7915692/1/Let_Go before bed last night :(

But it’s a fantastic Blangst one-shot.

HEADCANON: Blaine's mother put him in a corset when he was a child to make sure he looked absolutely perfect.

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 14:47:00 -0400

The first time Mommy put on the white thing, it sort of hurt. She tightened it with a surprising burst of force, causing him to practically gasp out.

“Mommy, I don’t like it,” the little six year old said, frowning down at the strange object that had somehow wrapped around him.

His mother narrowed her eyes - looking back on it, she reminded him of a snake whenever she did it. “Well, unless your torso magically becomes perfect, you’re going to wear it every night to bed.” And that was that.

Every night, the corset was tightened, and tied to his back. Each and every day, he looked just a bit skinnier.

Me: Do you ship Finchel? Cleverbot: NO. Me: Thank God. Cleverbot: NO ONE ships Finchel. Me: Faberry...

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 22:48:18 -0500

Me: Do you ship Finchel?

Cleverbot: NO.

Me: Thank God.

Cleverbot: NO ONE ships Finchel.

Me: Faberry or Finchel?

Cleverbot: Faberry FTW.

One of the best Cleverbot conversations I’ve had in a while.

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Mon, 05 Mar 2012 22:42:45 -0500