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 vegetarian delicacies and pictures of lovely boys (in various states of undress) all get a fair shake too. Oh, and sometimes this turns into a tiny house blog. So there's that.Before you jump in, there are a few things you should know: 1) SHIPS:Pretty much just Klaine. I don't mind it when things get a bit multishippy here and there, but don't try to talk me out of a Klaine endgame. 2) SPOILERS: This is basically a fair-weather spoiler-free blog. I do sometimes post spoilers (I always tag), but tend to go spoiler-free whenever fandom loses their shit and people start getting weird and mean. 3) PORN: This blog is NSFW. As such, it is not intended for those under the age of 18. I don't post much in the way of porn, and what I do post 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.
There are many things you’ve done in these years and I am proud to say I’ve sat and seen you through all of it:
I’ve seen you being an oblivious boy who didn’t realise how much Kurt already loved you. I’ve seen you doubt about yourself and who you are. I’ve seen you fall in love with the amazing man that is Kurt Hummel. I’ve seen you hesitate before you kissed him for the first time. I’ve seen you singing your heart out on stage. I’ve seen you sad for being the shadow of your older brother. I’ve seen you admiting how much it changed you when you got beat up for being who you are. I’ve seen you being braver than no other and asking your boyfriend to dance with you in the middle of his junior prom. I’ve seen you serenade your boyfriend in front the whole school. I’ve seen you being insecure about your relationship and the inminent changes that might come in the future. I’ve seen the light of hope in your eyes when you were told things wouldn’t change and that in just a year things would be the same again.