does the man call ahead to find out what colour the carpet’s gonna be so he can match his sunglasses?
I believe this is a thing that happens.
a glee episode without klaine is like an ice cream with no sprinkles
More like a bowl with no ice cream
with chocolate syrup and sprinkles
pizza without cheese
a foundation without walls
klaine without each other
Title: Human Art
Word Count: 35,876
Pairings: Chris Colfer/Darren Criss, background Lea Michele/Cory Monteith
Warnings: Brief, non-explicit mentions of past substance abuse. Explicit sex, no kinks.
Summary: Chris Colfer is a painter that, at not even 25 years old, has already achieved notoriety, celebration, fame, and become old news in the Los Angeles art scene. When new artists start to outshine him like the infuriatingly good DC, whose San Franciscan art is infiltrating LA magazines and galleries, Chris flees to the little Pacific coastal town Cambria to get his art together. A year after he settles in, he is approached to work on a charity mural for the new headquarters of a local addiction rehabilitation center. It’s not until too late that he finds his new boss Cory Monteith has secured another well-known painter to be his collaborative partner for the job— DC himself.
Author’s Note: A huge thank you to Valerie for not only her beautiful art to go with this story, but her artistic insight and very helpful suggestions on technical things that would have been even more woefully inaccurate without her. Chelsey you are a peach and a blessing. I am forever indebted to you for the cheerleading, the beta reading, and especially the finished-fic-jitters reassurance. Thank you Cass and Lindsey for running this huge project so well and being a great source of positivity. This was a wonderful experience.
This fic was born out of a very sad time after Cory’s untimely death, as well as a desperate desire to fix thingsin the only way I had a power to do so. As such, it is a shameless celebration of life and love and learning to get back up and keep going even when things seem darkest. I hope you all enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed finally getting to tell it.
anonymous prompted: omg i just thought of the cutest fic idea. there’s like a elderly couple who live on the same block or in the same building as the loft and one day blaine greets the old man and the old man’s like “nice outfit” and blaine realizes that he’s wearing practically the same thing as the old guy so that sparks his need for the “new york makeover” so he stops dressing like a 75 year old man
The Matneys across the hall are probably Kurt’s favorite people in Bushwick. Donald and Kim, ages seventy-two and seventy, respectfully, have been more than accommodating since Kurt and Rachel first moved in. Kim had helped them find reasonably-priced antique stores, secondhand shops, and places to eat; Donald, despite his age, has proved to still be rather apt at moving heavy furniture.
Kurt and Rachel practically owe their lives to them at this point. The Matneys never complain about the noise during rehearsals, and once a month they all (Santana included, now) try to get together for dinner. Kim makes a killer Coq au Vin that Kurt still hasn’t been able to get the recipe for (she says it’s an old family secret, but the way she winks has Kurt believing that he’ll get it someday).