Hi! I'm Erika, a fourteen year old girl who's very in love with writing, Glee, and Supernatural.

I write:
Glee (klaine, seblaine, kurtbastian.)
Supernatural (destiel only)
The Mortal Instruments (malec only)
and that's about it.

Upcoming stories:

(writing right now, title in progress) Intertwined: Blaine's mother used to tell him that a soulmate was someone you were destined to be with, someone who would know you better than anyone else. He loved it, of course. He loved the talk of soulmates, and love, and fate. It excited him. But sometimes, he wished all the legends weren’t true. One of those times was this morning, when he wakes up at three am, with the dull ache starting in his ribs. It’s not necessarily extremely painful– just uncomfortable, and it makes him turn over on his back. He figures that’ll be it. But it’s in his cheek next, and then his back, all the way down his legs, his entire body feels like it’s on fire, and the first thing he thinks is, ‘my poor soulmate.’

(writing sometime soon) Untitled: "Why do you want me to take you so badly again?" Sebastian mumbled, though he kept walking, Blaine's hand in his. Crowded places irritated Sebastian and the airport was no exception. "Paris est le meilleur à l'automne," He muttered under his breath. Paris is best in the fall. And what better time than August? Blaine had been trying to convince Sebastian to take him to Paris all summer, but it was always "Paris est le meilleur à l'automne." Now that it was August, he didn't have an excuse. "We can go to New York next," Blaine said excitably, and Sebastian made a face, scrunching up his nose. "New York is overrated." "You've only been there four times." "It's overrated. Plus, that's far away from where we're going, Killer," The corners of Sebastian's lips quirk up nearly reflexively, and it feels almost nice.