Hello there and welcome! I am Chazzam and I read and write larger quantities of Klaine fic than could be considered healthy in any culture. My blog mostly just feeds that illness, but kittens and comics and political rantings and feminist fist-shaking and delicious vegetarian food and pictures of lovely boys (in various states of undress) all get a fair shake too. Before you jump in, there are a few things you should know:
1)This blog is NSFW. Porn will generally be under a cut, but I don't censor artwork. If it contains nudity and/or sex acts, I will tag it as nsfw so that you can blacklist it if you please. 2) This is not a spoiler-free blog. I repeat, this is NOT a spoiler-free blog. 3) Sometimes I forget to tag things. I do my best, but I promise nothing. ♥ENJOY!♥ pixies at my windowCatching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
5 months. 5 more months until Blaine would be with him again. Until then, they had skype and phones and memories. But Kurt’s unconscious mind had decided that, at times, it wasn’t enough.
It had started his fourth week in New York, he came home after 9 hours of classes, exhausted and drained and missing Blaine more than he thought possible. He went to bed with a hollow ache in his chest and his phone clutched in his hand, waiting for a goodnight text.
He fell asleep before Blaine even came home but, in his dreams Blaine was there.
Oh my god that was so fucking beautiful.
(Source: shnks)