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Oh, and there's this post going around on Tumblr that's been pulled of a fan thread site where people are talking about attractive celebrities. Ands someone put up a picture of Chris and all of these people were saying that he's not attractive and apparently only a small number of people find Chris Colfer physically attractive. Myself and many many other fans weren't exactly happy about this so we're reblogging to see how many people actually find him attractive. If you have Tumblr, go to my profile, click the link and reblog it.

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From iWaldo: What if Kurt and Blaine get caught in a thunder storm and one of them begins to freak out about it and the other comforts them, and then they...

I didn't really want them caught outside, so I'm going with the idea that Dalton isn't a boarding school for this one. I also presume they have lockers too, not that we see them.

Storm

Kurt sat in his last class of the day, twirling a pencil idly between his fingers. French had always been a piece of cake for him, so paying attention wasn't exactly his highest priority. Instead, Kurt was watching the storm clouds gathering outside the window and mentally calculating how long he thought they had until the storm broke. Burt had seen far too many cars come into the shop from accidents to allow his son to drive through storms - which was fine with Kurt, he didn't exactly fancy driving home in bad weather anyway. But judging by how dark the clouds were, Kurt thought he might be trapped at Dalton for a little while. Warbler rehearsal was still on for that afternoon, after all, and by the time that got out the sky would almost certainly have broken open.

The bell rang and Kurt grabbed his stuff, one of the first to leave. Stopping by his locker, he put his books in, sorting through what he needed to take home. Blaine's classroom was right next to his locker, and Kurt watched the other students leave, frowning when his boyfriend didn't emerge. Shutting his locker, he poked his head into the classroom to see Blaine standing by the window, staring out into the sky. Kurt's footsteps echoing across the room didn't even break his concentration, and as Kurt got closer he noticed Blaine's knuckles gripping the windowsill and turning white.

"Blaine?"

Blaine jumped and turned to face him. Kurt's frown doubled as he saw his boyfriend's face was pale. "Hey, what's going on?"

Kurt moved closer as Blaine ducked his head, and he pulled his boyfriend into his arms. "What's wrong, Blaine?"

"I - the storm."

Blaine was shaking slightly and Kurt tightened his arms around him. "You're afraid of storms?"

"A bit."

Kurt chuckled quietly, releasing his boyfriend to look down at him. "More than a bit, clearly. Come on, we'll go to Warbler rehearsal and try and take your mind off it. And I won't be going anywhere until it clears, so I'll stay with you, okay?"

Blaine nodded, still looking worried. Kurt grabbed his hand as he packed up his books before they left the room and went down the hall to the choir room. As they entered, they saw nearly everybody else had already arrived, David stepping through the door a few seconds after they had.

Kurt pulled Blaine over to a couch and sat down with him, keeping their hands linked as Wes started the meeting. There were no performance rehearsals that day, so Kurt allowed himself to zone out while Wes talked about details he didn't care about. His thumb continued running over Blaine's hand soothingly and he felt his boyfriend's hand slowly relax in his.

That was, until the first crack of thunder rang out. Half the boys in the room jumped slightly, Kurt included. He hadn't even heard the rain start, but looking out the window he could see it was raining steadily. He then turned to Blaine who had also jumped, far more violently than anybody else. "You okay?" he whispered.

Blaine was staring straight ahead and nodded minutely. But his grip on Kurt's hand had tightened and he was shaking again.

"Jeff, you'd better go check with administration whether they're allowing us to drive out. We've only got five minutes left here."

Jeff stood, following Wes's orders and made his way out of the room. The rest of the boys were making their way over to the window, looking out and commenting on the storm outside. Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaine's, pulling his boyfriend closer to him. "We're not going to drive in it anyway," he murmured quietly. "We'll stay inside where it's safe, alright?"

Blaine turned to look at him, biting his lip. "Yeah," he whispered. Kurt shook his head, pulling him in for a quick hug before releasing him as Jeff returned. He knew Blaine didn't like showing his vulnerabilities around others and respected that, as much as he didn't like it. Blaine was human too, after all, and he should act that way.

"Admin says we can't go until it passes. They say there's worse to come, especially for anybody heading out towards Lima."

The eyes of the Council fell upon Kurt. "I know," he said, ignoring the next crack of thunder and squeezing Blaine's hand reassuringly. "I won't go until it's totally safe."

"Well, it looks like we're stuck here for a bit. So to continue with the meeting -"

A loud series of groans met this statement and Wes sat back, shaking his head. David spoke up instead. "We'll just hang out here then. Cameron, do you have marshmallows on you?"

The other Warbler nodded, reaching into his bag. For some reason, Cameron always had marshmallows. "Nick, if you could get the fire lit, we'll just hang out here for awhile."

The room broke into chatter, only broken as another crack of thunder rang out, louder than the last two. Blaine jumped again, before turning to Kurt with pleading eyes. "You want to get out of here?" Blaine nodded and Kurt stood, pulling Blaine with him. "We're going to have to pass, thanks guys." As he led Blaine out of the room, a couple of wolf whistles echoed after them and Kurt rolled his eyes. Ever since they had become a couple, the other boys had decided that their 'alone time' involved a lot of making out. Which it didn't - they hadn't even kissed yet - but Kurt wasn't exactly willing to talk about his relationship with the entire Warbler group.

As soon as they were out of the room, it was clear that a storm was in full force. The corridors were freezing and the pounding rain was echoing down on the roof. Blaine shivered, and Kurt wrapped his arm around him. "It's okay, we'll go down to the study room and get the fire lit if it's not already and everything will be fine." He kept murmuring quietly as he led his boyfriend down the hallway and into the familiar room.

Sitting Blaine on the couch, Kurt chucked a couple of logs on the already lit fire. Just as he turned to go back to the couch, the lights went out.

"Kurt!"

Kurt was across the room in a shot, wrapping his arms around his terrified boyfriend. "It's okay, it's okay," he murmured soothingly. "We've still got the fire."

Blaine's head was buried in his chest and Kurt stroked his back, staring into the fire. Every so often, a crack of thunder could be heard and Blaine would jump before trying to get closer to Kurt even though he was practically on top of him already. After a while, Blaine lifted his head. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I just ... I can't stand it."

"Why?"

Kurt knew it was a risk. Like himself, Blaine was prone to closing off if pushed for too much information. But he continued to trace patterns into his boyfriend's back gently, and waited. After a few seconds, Blaine sighed, ducking his head again, and began to speak so quietly that Kurt had to crane his head to hear him.

"Part of it is just irrational. It's something that's bigger than me, something I have no control over." Kurt nodded, resting his cheek against Blaine's hair. "But when I was back at Westerville High, we had this huge storm one day. At that point, I was already a bit weird about them, and it seemed the guys picked up on that."

Kurt pulled Blaine tighter into him. "They did something?"

"They locked me out in the janitors shed. Metal."

Kurt gasped. "Are you serious? They can't do that!"

Blaine chuckled bitterly, flinching again as the thunder rolled out. "They did. Luckily I had my phone, and I called my parents and told them where I was. Dad came down and got me out, but just as we were going back inside, lightening struck a tree next to the shed and it fell..."

"Blaine," Kurt whispered, "Baby, I'm so sorry."

"It's alright. I'm here now and I'm safe, I know that." But that didn't stop Blaine from jumping again at the next clap of thunder. The storm was getting closer, and Kurt could tell Blaine was getting more worked up and terrified.

"Blaine, just breathe, alright. It'll be gone before we know it -" More thunder rang out, louder and a slightly muffled noise escaped Blaine. Kurt bit his lip, trying to work out what he could do to make things better. What Blaine needed was a complete distraction...

Hey, that could work.

Kurt immediately pushed the thought aside. He and Blaine hadn't kissed yet, and even though others all said that you couldn't think of anything else when you were being kissed, he wasn't sure that now was the right time. But Blaine's breathing was growing ragged and harsh and Kurt knew he was only a few thunder claps away from a full-fledged panic attack.

"Baby, look at me."

Blaine looked up, his eyes wide and panicked. Kurt's heart couldn't quite handle the sight in front of him and he helplessly ran a hand down Blaine's cheek. "I can't make the storm go away, I'm sorry. But I might be able to take your mind off it... if you trust me."

"Of course I do," Blaine murmured quietly. "I -" he cut himself off at the next crack of thunder, whimpering quietly. His entire body was trembling and Kurt just couldn't bear it anymore.

"Okay," he murmured, before leaning in to hesitantly brush his lips against Blaine's. After a few seconds, he grew in confidence and began to press a little harder, kissing Blaine properly. And Blaine was responding after a few seconds of initial shock, kissing back, bringing his arms up around Kurt's neck to lightly tangle in his hair. Kurt loosened his grasp on Blaine slightly, bringing his hands around to run up and down Blaine's sides gently.

And when the next crack of thunder came, slightly further apart than the last two, neither boy noticed. In fact, it was a long time after they had broken apart, breathless but so happy, that they realized that the storm had stopped.

And even though Blaine might still be terrified of storms, Kurt knew he had developed a new appreciation for them from that day on.

I was going through a string of bad endings while writing this section of chapters. I'm not sure what was going on :/

MusicalEscape:

The New Directions Spy Team:

"Okay, they're snuggled into the theatre. Find the Thunderclap!"

"This one?"

*sigh* "No, Britt, that's a dictionary."

"Got it!"

"Gimme, Sam. Okay, Karofsky... I suggest we do one of those Warning! Ugly Ahead! symbols on top of his face. And how 'bout a princess outfit for Azimio?"

"I call dibs on scribbling out Jacob Ben Israel's."