Rolling Boulders, a glee fanfic | FanFiction


Summary: Kurt and Blaine meet in New York and hit it off immediately. They quickly become best friends but nothing more, since they’re both in happy relationships with other people. Still, over time, the sexual and romantic tension starts to become more than they can bear. Can they admit their feelings to themselves and each other, or will they stay apart? 

Pairings: Klaine endgame. Seblaine, Kurt/OC.

Rating: T, for now.

Can also be read at AO3

Alright, here we go, guys! The start of my next big multi-chap. HUGE thanks to my amazing beta, ilessthan3darrencriss. Seriously amazing. Hope y’all enjoy!

YASSSSS cakerbee everyone read her stuff do it now

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’










God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Oh fuck yes.


If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.

God bless drag queen omg

(Source: b-random, via klainalsex)



I’m trying to put together a list of people who are feeling fairly positive about Glee Season 6, so that I can keep my dash a more or less happy place. Please reblog if you’re feeling good about Glee!

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