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i can’t begin to let you know just what i’m feeling—based off of this prompt: Blaine is bipolar, and it’s the first time Kurt’s seen him in a manic phase.
~4,400k
Kurt’s woken, strangely, by the sound of a pencil scratching against paper. At first he burrows into the sheets with a groan, drawing them up over his shoulders as he tries to drown the noise out. When that doesn’t work he sits up instead, rubbing his hands over his eyes as he forces them to focus.
The windows are still dark, and when Kurt looks down at his nightstand the numbers on his clock read 3:07. So it must be 3:07 in the morning. But why—?
The sheets rustle as Kurt turns, sees the stooped outline of a dark head of messy curls at the foot of the bed illuminated by the blue-white glow of an LED flashlight, probably the one that Blaine keeps in his nightstand drawer. Something in Kurt loosens, then, something like relief; he hadn’t even been aware that he’d been tense and on edge until he’d discovered the source of the noise.
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this fic. the depiction of mania. even from - no, maybe especially from an outside pov - just so real and i could *feel* it, the dizzying energy of it that blaine was riding
I think this is maybe one of 10 bipolar fics i’ve ever read, and it’s one of the best. and it means so much to see this side of it represented as well.
I found the end a little abrupt, mostly because the rest of it was so smooth. I also think Blaine’s unlikely to have had an episode so soon after going off his meds, although ~brains~ so you never know.
Regardless - so real it hurts, in that good, happy kind of way.
via:Tumblr http://ift.tt/1sx08nB
i can’t begin to let you know just what i’m feeling—based off of this prompt: Blaine is bipolar, and it’s the first time Kurt’s seen him in a manic phase.
~4,400k
Kurt’s woken, strangely, by the sound of a pencil scratching against paper. At first he burrows into the sheets with a groan, drawing them up over his shoulders as he tries to drown the noise out. When that doesn’t work he sits up instead, rubbing his hands over his eyes as he forces them to focus.
The windows are still dark, and when Kurt looks down at his nightstand the numbers on his clock read 3:07. So it must be 3:07 in the morning. But why—?
The sheets rustle as Kurt turns, sees the stooped outline of a dark head of messy curls at the foot of the bed illuminated by the blue-white glow of an LED flashlight, probably the one that Blaine keeps in his nightstand drawer. Something in Kurt loosens, then, something like relief; he hadn’t even been aware that he’d been tense and on edge until he’d discovered the source of the noise.
Read More
this fic. the depiction of mania. even from - no, maybe especially from an outside pov - just so real and i could *feel* it, the dizzying energy of it that blaine was riding
I think this is maybe one of 10 bipolar fics i’ve ever read, and it’s one of the best. and it means so much to see this side of it represented as well.
I found the end a little abrupt, mostly because the rest of it was so smooth. I also think Blaine’s unlikely to have had an episode so soon after going off his meds, although ~brains~ so you never know.
Regardless - so real it hurts, in that good, happy kind of way.
via:Tumblr http://ift.tt/1sx08nB
