My “Like A DCriss” shirt - I lowered the price slightly. I wish I could lower it more but the website overprices the fixed price so I can’t go any lower!

http://skreened.com/fiftyrantsperday/like-a-dcriss

Reblog if you get it! :P

When fandoms collide.

Go buy my “Like A Dcriss” t-shirt over at Skreened! :D

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DALTON ACADEMY YEARBOOK: THE DALTON WARBLERS

by me/fiftypavements/fiftyrantsperday

Teenage Dream - A Klaine Fanmix.

I made a 25 minute long fanmix that is just full of Klaine, love, and lots of adorable stuff. The mix includes short conversation clips and shortened songs.

Tracklist:

1. I know a shortcut
2. Teenage Dream
3. Looking Back
4. Don’t Cry For Me Argentina
5. And say to somebody… I’m in love with you.
6. Silly Love Songs
7. Don’t they get together in the end?
8. Animal
9. Pavarotti…
10. Blackbird
11. That’s ridiculous…
12. Misery
13. I’ve been looking for you forever…
14. Candles
15. I think it’s adorable. I think you’re adorable.
16. Raise Your Glass
17. We’ll still get perform…
18. Blackbird (Reprise)
19. You did win… so did I
20. Teenage Dream (Reprise)

Download: 45.19MB

I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed making it, I know it has some bumps but I do like how it turned out! Like and reblog this so we can spread the love to the Klainers out there!

[Click picture or link to download .zip via mediafire]

So Taylor (Yes, Taylor, again, go follow him: http://fuckyeahtaylor.tumblr.com/) and I decided we’d do a Klaine childhood prompt where they basically met 10 years ago but they don’t remember each other. It’s childhood fluff! Pure innocence.

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Kurt waited for the light to change to the bright walking man symbol before crossing the street, he had just left his dad’s auto shop; Burt normally wouldn’t allow Kurt to visit the shop, it being so dangerous for somebody so small, but it was his birthday so his father had made an exception. Kurt didn’t exactly have many friends, or any really. He wasn’t interested in talking sports with the boys, and the girls thought he was weird because he would always critique their outfits and because he talked with a better vocabulary than then they did. So every year he would spend his birthday, the whole day, with his parents; helping his dad fix cars by bringing him wrenches, and excited knowing that when he got home, his mom would be waiting with a huge birthday cake. Kurt’s mom was an amazing baker and Kurt loved helping her in the kitchen, but he was strictly forbidden on his birthday to see the cake until the great unveil. Kurt was on his way to the ice cream store down and across the street, his dad had said Kurt had earned it for his hard work today, and as long as he promised not to tell his mom, he could get two scoops. But Kurt had decided to himself he would instead buy two single scoops for each of them, so his dad could enjoy as well. Kurt paid for the ice cream, letting the man behind the counter keep the change of the bill, partly because Kurt didn’t understand change, and because it was always important to tip your server, lest you come off looking petty. Or at least, that’s what he heard on the View. Kurt left the store, hearing the bell on it ding behind him, as suddenly he was hit with a thud, knocking him flat over.

Blaine Anderson was pretty sure he bumped into something as he skipped in front of the ice cream store across the street from the small park, his nanny looking at him from afar. He quickly turned around, only to see a bunch of adult legs walking towards him. Blaine raised his eyebrows, moving away to make space for the people walking, only to see another boy with light brown hair and pink cheeks, wearing a bright red bow tie and suspenders sitting on the floor near the ice cream store, crying. Blaine’s eyes scanned the area around the boy, only to see broken cones and scoops of ice cream melting on the pavement. Blaine instantly frowned and quickly ran to the boy, poking him on the shoulders. “I’m so sorry!” Blaine exclaimed, pouting as he swayed lightly, his fingers intertwining each other behind his back.

Kurt wiped his arm across his face, his cheeks flushing red with anger at the boy who had ran into him, spilling not only his, but the ice cream meant for his dad as well “What is wrong with you!?” he yelled, “Don’t you watch where you are looking!? If you got a haircut and maybe you could see where you were going!” he huffed.

Blaine frowned, brushing the curls out of his eyes and pouted at the boy. “I said I was sorry…” Blaine said, looking down in guilt, extending his hand out, just in case the other boy needed help getting up.

Kurt swatted the boys hand away, standing up on his own brushing himself off. “I can help myself thank you…And you got it all over my shirt!” He saw a dark stain on the bottom of his shirt and licked his thumb, beginning to scrub at it furiously. “This isn’t just a shirt from Walmart! It’s from Target!” he stated, it being the better of the two competing superstores. For one it was red, which was much better than navy. He was also quite fond of the combination of red and navy, although.

Blaine continued to frown. “I’m sorry! I’ll buy you new ice-cream, okay?” Blaine said, smiling at the other boy, hoping he would accept his offer. “Please?”

Kurt huffed. “Okay.” he accepted the fair agreement, his mother always telling him it was better to forgive, and make compromise instead of conflict. He smiled back at the other boy, before observing him for a moment. “Whoa.” he stated, “Your hair is really really curly!” he laughed, poking it to see if his finger would bounce off of it.

Blaine blushed as he felt the boy’s finger in his hair. “Y…Yeah…” He stammered. “My mom and dad both have straight hair… I don’t know why mine is so… big.” Blaine said, laughing at himself. “I know, I want to cut it too.” Blaine said, smiling shyly at the other boy.

Kurt smiled, continuing to poke his hand against the boys fluffy hair, “You’re like a sheep!” he giggled. “It’s cute!” he thought about the choice of wording for a moment. Normally that’s the word boys and girls called each other, but his dad had called him a cute kid before, so it must’ve been okay for guys to call each other that too. Kurt lowered his hand and extended it to the boy “Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.” he introduced himself formally.

Blaine took the boy— Kurt’s hand happily. “Blaine Anderson.” Blaine said, shaking his hand slightly, holding it tight as he ran into the ice cream store with the other boy, walking up to the counter and ordered a scoop of chocolate ice cream for himself. “What do you want?” Blaine asked, smiling at Kurt.

Kurt smiled back at the boy, his hand still holding Blaine’s, and looked up to the ice cream fridge. He didn’t want to make the boy pay for two ice creams, and decided that his dad would understand, especially since Kurt was making a friend. “Pralines and cream.” he ordered to the man behind the counter, whom was normally very friendly, but seemed to be looking really grumpy since Blaine and himself had walked in together, his eyes kept darting between the two as he served them.

Blaine smiled as the man handed both of them their ice cream, paying him and telling him to keep the change. Their hands still intertwined, Blaine pulled Kurt along with him to a table near the window and sat down, gesturing Kurt to do the same as he licked his ice cream.

Kurt hopped up on the chair licking his ice cream as well, which was delicious. “So where are you from?” Kurt questioned “I haven’t seen you at school.” he let his eyes wander, and saw the ice cream man go into the backroom, and begin to dial his phone, closing the door when he saw Kurt’s gaze.

Blaine laughed a little. “I’m from Westerville. I’m visiting my cousin here!” Blaine said, noticing his nanny outside the store, patiently waiting for him.

Kurt frowned. “So that means I won’t see you at school…” he addressed to himself out loud sadly. Go figure, the one person his own age he not only got along with, but wanted to get along with as well. He sighed, putting his hand on the table. For some reason kind of hoping Blaine would touch it again. He liked having his hand held, and Blaine was the first non adult to hold his hand, it made him feel special.

Blaine looked up at Kurt after glancing at his hand. “Can I hold your hand? Your hand is really soft.” Blaine said, putting his hand on top of Kurt’s and held it softly anyways.

Kurt nodded, smiling as the boy’s hand rested upon his. He looked into the boys eyes for a moment. “You have really cool eyes! It’s almost gold like… like… that fossil amber stuff…Like in that Jurassic Park movie!” He smiled, he loved that movie.

Blaine laughed at the Kurt’s compliment, instantly noticing his own big ice blue eyes. “Yours are beautiful as well!”

Kurt‘s cheeks burned from blushing turning away from the boy. He sighed loudly, looking out the window. “Hey that’s my dad!” he smiled, waving out the window to the man, who looked concerned, and as if he had just ran all the way to the store. His dad entered the store staring at himself, then to Blaine, then to their connected hands, then to the man behind the counter, then back to Kurt. “This is Blaine!” Kurt proclaimed happily. He saw his dad silently nod before walking over to the counter, and walking with the man into the office, closing the door. “…That…was…weird..? ” he noted, looking back to Blaine, “He’s really friendly I swear!”

Blaine nodded, slightly scared by the bigger man, before hopping off his chair “I just have to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back!” he smiled, walking across the store into their rest room.

Kurt watched as the boy closed the door, and turned his attention to the room where his dad was. He could hear their voices talking loudly, a little too loudly. Was his dad shouting at the man? Suddenly the door barged open and he dad, who was red faced came over and took Kurt by his arm. Pulling him off the chair, yelling something about never coming back to a place run by ignorant jerks, Kurt struggled slightly against his dad’s pull, but left with his dad out the door, the bell clanging loudly as his dad slammed the door behind them.

Blaine flushed the toilet, and washed his hands, trying them with the paper towel hanging from the wall. He opened the door to see Kurt, but saw the shop was empty, sans the ice cream man, now on the phone with yet another person, looking visibly shaken and angry.  Blaine scanned out the window, looking to see signs of his new friend, but saw nothing. Blaine felt a frown fall upon his face, having not gotten any of the boy’s information, and already forgotten his last name.  He sighed and left the store to meet up with his nanny, as the two of them prepared to go home, looking over his shoulder occasionally to see if he could see Kurt.

Kurt had made it around the corner of the street with his dad, before gasping; remembering he hadn’t asked for the boy’s house number. “Dad, wait!” he yelled, squirming his arm free from his father, “Be right back I promise!” he turned around and sprinted as fast as he could around the corner and down the street, running to the window in front of the ice cream store and peering in, seeing it empty and desolate, his eyes scooted quickly to the bathroom door which was open, displaying it’s unoccupied residence. Blaine had left, and Kurt had no way of contacting the boy who lived out of town. Kurt felt a twinge in his heart, and his eyes well up slightly, as he looked down to his small hand that had held Blaine’s, wondering if he would see the boy ever again. He felt a large hand rest on his shoulder, looking up to see a sympathetic Burt, who offered a somber “I’m sorry kiddo.” before hoisting the boy up atop his shoulders, carrying him back to the auto shop where their car was. Kurt’s thoughts were suddenly filled with thoughts of the birthday cake waiting for him at home, and even though he wasn’t really hungry, he couldn’t wait to tell his mom about the friend he had made today.

DALTON WARBLERS 2011 CALENDAR

Blaine (Darren Criss) Glee Promo Shot

NOTE: This isn’t real, the super photoshopped face/head is from the Valentines pic and I did a photo manip so he has a body now… I did NOT do anything to the head/face, it came that way with the Valentine’s Card promo.