But you are, you are. —- Effy and Cook, for better or for worse.

Look both ways before you cross the road. / Effy-centric.

AU; Blaine plays guitar in a cafe, Kurt's there one day and Blaine's smitten. A love song to New York City.

Every now and again, she picks up the fake galleon from the old DA meetings. She wraps her fingers around it, presses it into her palm, and remembers how it felt to have the metal heat up, the surprise and delight when the numbers changed. Personal canon.

Once upon a time, there was a happy couple named James and Lily. But although the start came long before the end, nothing really began until halfway through the story, because he was arrogant and she was fiery; for he was James, and she was Lily.

Nothing is quite as awkward as killing your sorta-girlfriend. Fax.