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This is on the Glee Facebook page. The top winning couple will be put on merchandise that fans can purchase after the season. In other words, if Klaine wins, Glee/Fox will be forced to sell products with their images on it. 

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Anonymous asked you: prompt: Blaine asking Kurt to marry him. Or Kurt asking Blaine. Either way!

They’re naked and kind of sweaty, lying in bed facing each other and too lazy to pull the blankets up over their rapidly cooling skin, when Kurt notices the box under the pillow.

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“So how are things back at McKinley?” Kurt asks, and Blaine smiles at how Kurt’s out of breath after recounting his story of how he and Rachel got lost trying to find food again. It seems to happen to them a lot ever since they moved to New York.

“Oh, you know, about the...

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al;sdfjk Easy A AU! This is everything I didn't know I needed!

  Title: Lying & Falling In Love: An Experiment

Word Count: 21,500

Rating: R for discussion of sexual situations

Pairing: Klaine (also alleged Blaine/various)

Summary: The rumor-filled, totally false account of how I ruined my flawless reputation. When a false rumor spreads around Dalton and Crawford about Blaine losing his virginity to a guy from Westerville Community College, Blaine Anderson tries to let it roll off his back, but when his friends start coming to him for popularity makeovers and Kurt Hummel transfers to Dalton, he gets a bit in over his head. (S2 AU, Easy A inspired, Blaine-centric)

Disclaimer: Nothing, nothing, I own nothing. Everyone will be returned unharmed. (Except maybe Thad. So sorry in advance, Thad.)

Warnings: Non-con kissing/propositioning along the lines of the movie and previous Glee eps

Author Notes: Full notes at the masterpost. Written as part of the Glee at the Movies Big Bang. Go check out the rest of the fics as they’re posted!! :)

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“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important. So write with a combination of short, medium, and long sentences. Create a sound that pleases the reader’s ear. Don’t just write words. Write music.””

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Gary Provost (via writingadvice)

ficlet: the attempted rescue of her royal highness, the princess brittany s. pierce (klaine au fridays, fairy tales)

(thanks to the fair lady jenny for the quick read-over and titling assistance!)

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a princess who was kidnapped; snatched right off her unicorn by an evil witch, who left her trapped in a tower out of spite. This tower — as towers often are — was guarded by a dragon, a cruel, yellow beast with snapping jaws, who the townsfolk called Murphy.

The King and the Queen were desperate to see the safe return of their daughter, and offered her hand in marriage to any knight who could slay the dragon and rescue the princess from her tower prison. Knights from all over the realm flocked to the base of the tower, in the hope that they would be the one to succeed. A line of knights stretched for half a mile, all along the bridge that led to the tower and beyond, into the edges of the haunted wood that surrounded it. (Because a tower must always be surrounded by a haunted wood, of course.)

Unfortunately for those brave knights, Murphy the dragon was a nasty creature, an enemy of joy and true love who rained fire and dragonpiss on those who sought to enter the tower. One by one, the knights fell or fled, and the princess could do no more than wave from her window, shouting encouragement or condolences as needed.

Close to the end of the line, still patiently awaiting his turn, was a curly-haired knight, small of stature with eyes of hazel, clad in golden armor bedecked with enameled songbirds perched upon his shoulders. Even late in the afternoon, the day was hot and sunny, and the knight turned to the knight behind him, wiping a drop of sweat from his brow. 

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