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Fic: something like a miracle

Date night gets derailed by a series of unfortunate events, but Kurt has a few tricks up his sleeve to steer the evening back on course. NC-17, ~6,000 words. [AO3]

Written for the klainebingo prompt sharing clothes (although it took a sharp turn toward clothed sex as well, WHOOPS).

breakbonefever

They’ve been planning this date night for days now: dinner at that Peruvian place they’ve been meaning to try, then splurging on a movie before coming back to spend the night together at the loft. Not the most imaginative date in the world, but the thought of it has sustained Kurt through a dull, grinding week. Any evening out with Blaine is always at least a little magical, and really, Kurt just wants to spend time with him.

While Blaine moving out was definitely a good and mature decision, Kurt wasn’t prepared for how much he would miss him once he was no longer underfoot every minute of the day. It’s certainly much healthier to long for Blaine’s company than to resent it, of course, but it’s not much fun, either. The past couple weeks have been particularly hard. Between Blaine’s sessions with June and Kurt’s shifts at Vogue and the diner, they haven’t been seeing much of each other outside of class, so Kurt is pretty thrilled at the prospect of having Blaine all to himself for a whole night.

znks

Fic: "You Scare Me"

Word Count: 1200

Rating: N for nothing but feelings

Warnings: … Nothing but feelings? All cheesy lovey fluffy goo

Summary: “Whenever Kurt feels overwhelmed or like ‘I love you’ isn’t enough he tells Blaine how he’s feeling without actually doing so. It feels honest and liberating at the same time because he’s admitting he’s terrified but 100% in”

~-~

The first time he says it is during one of their date nights a few weeks after their first kiss. They drive a few miles outside of either of their hometowns to find a restaurant that doesn’t serve burgers.

“You scare me,” Kurt breaths with a laugh when Blaine talks about going to a show months down the line. Blaine smiles and takes his hand and says that it was obvious they’d still be together then.

Kurt says it again the day before Blaine first tells him he loves him, on the phone from New York after a ten minute monologue about how great the city is. Blaine tells him that he looks forward to living there with him and Kurt responds with “you scare me sometimes, you know that?” in a barely-there voice because it’s all that will come out. Somehow it feels deeper than the words they exchange the next day in their coffee shop back in Lima.

missbeizy

"Already Home" - Kurt/Blaine

A fill for this thing that I spewed a while ago.

Vampire!Blaine/human!Kurt. Early!Klaine. Rachel convinces Kurt to join the Vampire Hunting Club their senior year because it’s the only one they haven’t joined. Blaine transfers to McKinley and decides to join the club in order to try and hide in plain sight.

Warnings for: a scene with some bullying (nothing graphic or followed through on) and consensual blood drinking as part of sex.

missbeizy

"You have got to be joking," Kurt says in a monotone, standing outside of the empty classroom with a simultaneously bored and exasperated expression. "Vampire Hunting Club is so last year. It’s just a bunch of Twilight nerds and a few jocks trying to look all hyper-masculine by making up stories about ‘taking out the undead’…”

"It’s the only club that we haven’t joined," Rachel says, "and we need every possible extracurricular that we can fit in if we’re going to get into NYADA, Kurt." She bounces. "Besides, our friends are already members, and I hear that they have a bead on the most current trends in hunting apparel, which I know you—”

He raises a hand, cutting her off. “We do not speak of this in public. You know that.”

"They only meet twice a month," she wheedles, tugging at his sleeve. "And there are cookies."

His eyes narrow. “If anyone asks, I’m only doing this because you made me.”

She squeals. “Yay!”

justarayoffun

Fic: Anything You Can Do...

R: NC-17

Warnings: Voyeurism

Summary: Anything you can do, I can do better. OR the one where Kurt and Blaine realize they can see the couple across the alley having sex. Which leads to sex. And shennanigans.

Notes: prompted by tina-warrior-princess. Awesome prompt. I’ll share the full thing at the end of the fic. Thanks to lurkdusoleil

~*~

“Blaine,” Kurt calls. He hears the clink of Blaine setting dishes in the sink and the hushed start of water. “Blaine.” Louder and more insistent. The water shuts off.

“What? Kurt I’m about—”

“Come here,” Kurt hisses. He knows he can’t be overheard through two sets of windows, but his behavior is less than decorous and that seems to warrant some modicum of discretion.

“What?” Blaine rounds the corner into the bedroom.

“I told you he was gay,” Kurt says, turning toward him, face arranged in a well practiced look of smug superiority. He loves winning.

“How do you know— oh!” Blaine ducks behind the window treatment on the other side of the window.

endofadream

anonymous prompted: blaine being so very obliviously sexy and kurt just gets so turned on by him and proceeds to fuck his brains out hohoho and blaine’s so adorably confused by it all but went along with it anyway cause yay he’s getting fucked

endofadream

Blaine’s saying something—possibly about NYADA, or how much they need to catch up on their DVR—but Kurt isn’t paying attention: all he can focus on is the way that Blaine’s tongue wraps around the spoon he’s licking in between words and how he’s smiling, bright and innocent, as he makes eye contact and takes another bite of melting ice cream from his bowl. A few drops stay, white, on the tempting swell of his lower lip until Blaine licks them away and dips his spoon back down into his bowl.

Heat tugs in Kurt’s belly. It’s been nearly a week since they’ve had the time to do anything, and as ridiculous as Kurt sounds he misses it already. Especially when Blaine is eating ice cream like that.

Kurt lets his own spoon clatter down into the melted mush at the bottom of his own bowl. Blaine looks alarmed, eyes widening, and he licks his lips, asks, soft and concerned, “Kurt, are you all—”

slightestwind

prompt: early!klaine with the first time blaine kisses kurt’s neck and they both realize how much of a thing it is for them.

written for the klainebingo prompt “hickey”

slightestwind

Kurt’s been on Blaine’s bed before, of course, with all the time they spent together as friends, but never like this. Never with his heart beating wildly in his chest, and Blaine staring at him and licking his lips, and then ducking his head like he hopes Kurt won’t notice.

"Okay," Kurt says slowly, face warm enough he knows he must be blushing but he also knows Blaine won’t tease him for it. "We’re not going to get much studying done tonight, are we?"

"I… had every intention of behaving myself, really,” Blaine says with a small smile, finally settling down next to Kurt on the bed. “But then you—” He pauses.

"What?"

"You looked so kissable I forgot what we were even supposed to be studying for," Blaine murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as he leans in and presses his lips to Kurt’s.

missbeizy

"Laundry Day" - Kurt/Blaine

Early!Klaine. PWP.

Kurt is wearing a pair of boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination and Blaine has only one thing on his mind.

missbeizy

It starts with a pair of dove gray boxer briefs.

Well, technically, it starts with laundry day.

Kurt had gotten melted chocolate from the chocolate chip cookies they’d baked on his sweatpants and Blaine had offered to put them in the washing machine for him. Somewhere in between being helpful and relocating from the kitchen to Kurt’s bedroom for movie time, his attentions had shifted from “innocent Saturday afternoon with my boyfriend” to Kurt wearing nothing but a pair of last year’s boxer briefs and a tank top, on display standing on tip toe in his walk-in closet.

Blaine, sitting at the end of Kurt’s bed, watches at first through the reflection of the mirror on the closet door behind Kurt and then simply watches Kurt directly, straining to reach something at the back of the top shelf. The boxer briefs cut in at his tiny waist and hug the firm, high shape of his ass like a glove, and when he comes down off of his toes the material is sucked up in between his cheeks, outlining each side in full detail. The muscles in his thighs clench as he shifts around, trying to dislodge the material without indelicately picking at his butt.

Blaine’s cheeks go from warm to inferno in about five seconds.

alilactree

Anonymous prompted: Klaine in a partner yoga class and the class getting distracted because Kurt and Blaine are really attractive and all the moves look very sexual. (I changed the prompt just a little)

alilactree

It’s somewhere between transitioning from cobra to downward facing dog that Kurt realizes the couple’s yoga class has taken an unexpected turn. Blaine is behind him, helping Kurt keep his hips steady while he stretches with palms flat and legs straight, bent over and facing the mat.

He breathes in, out, in- And then Blaine presses his hips to Kurt’s ass where it’s sticking up in the air, just briefly, just long enough for Kurt to feel the soft pulse of interest there. Kurt turns his head awkwardly, red faced and seeing stars from being upside down, looks at Blaine from beneath his arm.

Blaine smirks, lifts his eyebrows, and does it again. Kurt huffs, and the instructor calls out for sun salutation, so they start the synchronized movements, Blaine behind him, with long, deep breaths tickling over Kurt’s bare shoulders. When Kurt chances a glance at him, he’s still smirking. Kurt purses his lips and arches an eyebrow to say without saying, It’s like that is it?

The smug look he gets in response is, yes. Yes it is.

endofadream

based off of this ask

endofadream

Kurt’s beginning to wonder when and how all of his and Blaine’s study sessions have turned into “study sessions.” At the beginning of the night they’re both prepared with algebra, English, bio, Spanish, French, and history, and they always get in a good hour or two of honest studying. But eventually it all comes back around to the same thing: making out.

The ceaseless need to touch probably comes with the whole new boyfriend package, but it always catches Kurt off-guard. He’s not used to this want, this simmering under the surface of skin when he looks over and finds Blaine supine on the bed on his belly, legs kicked up in the air and brow furrowed as he stares down at his textbook. Kurt’s not used to the way that his eyes will stray to the curve of Blaine’s ass and the shape of his lips.

It’s terrifying wanting someone as much as Kurt wants Blaine. They don’t fool around much, have never really discussed the idea of clothes actually coming off. Kurt’s secretly glad—as comfortable as he’s gotten, he’s still hesitant to cross that line.

alilactree

Dazzling And Tremendous - part six -

Two summers ago I wrote Mad Naked Summer or, the summer of sexual experimentation. An anon asked if I might revisit the story, so I thought I’d try. Picks up around the time that canon leaves off, in NYC in the summertime.

This is less of a multi-chapter fic and more of a verse, so not really a plot to keep up with, just the boys going through items on a sexy summer bucket list.

alilactree

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

“We Tuck-Em Inn Motel,” Kurt reads off the lit up sign, the bulbs for the first T burnt out. His fingers are laced together over his knee, eyebrows tilted in, nose flaring slightly, eyes sliding to the side. He is not impressed.

Blaine frowns at it, the inn looked so quaint on the website but in reality not even the dwindling daylight can hide its aging tackiness. It may have been quaint fifty years ago. Today it’s cracked sidewalks and ominously flickering street lights. The yellowed paint on the exterior is chipped and peeling, the pool empty save for slick green sludge puddled in the deep end. He bets they rent rooms by the hour. They probably have a jungle themed one. That could be fun.

“I’ll just keep going,” Blaine says, pulling the gear stick down into reverse and easing off the brake.

Kurt flicks his chin up. “Mmm.”

alilactree

Dazzling and Tremendous - part five -

Two summers ago I wrote Mad Naked Summer or, the summer of sexual experimentation. An anon asked if I might revisit the story, so I thought I’d try. Picks up around the time that canon leaves off, in NYC in the summertime.

This is less of a multi-chapter fic and more of a verse, so not really a plot to keep up with, just the boys going through items on a sexy summer bucket list.

alilactree

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

Outside the rain is heavy and the forest is lush, the rich ground and green fringed trees and bright blooms of flowers drinking up the water until it’s too much; running off down the hills and slopes in murky rivers and deep mud-choked puddles. Inside the car is stifling and humid, windows fogged with the panting of their mixed breath, the rain a hush of white noise, the wind a dull roar where they’re safe and protected in the back seat of the small hatchback rental car.

endofadream

anonymous prompted: ok, I really didn’t want to bother you, but I’ve been having this idea in my mind and you are really one of my favorite writers, I’d really like to see one where kurt actually asked Blaine to use one of his shirts cause it’s like, I don’t know.. a fantasy of his or something?

endofadream

They’re both panting, sweaty messes when they fall back against the sheets and Kurt laughs in that sated, fucked-out way that only comes from really good sex, like the kind he’d just had that’s left his fingers and toes still tingling.

“God, I’d forgotten how good you are at that,” Kurt says, sucking in lungfuls of air as he stares at the ceiling, tries to get his breath back. He runs his fingers through his hair, pushes it off his forehead, and stretches his limbs out languorously, pushing the sheets down the bed with his toes.

slightestwind

prompt: soulmate AU where you know who your soulmate is when you kiss them for the first time. kurt and blaine both think they’re straight until a game of spin the bottle at a party.

written for the klainebingo prompt “spin the bottle”

slightestwind

"Hey, are you playing too?" Blaine asks, nudging Kurt’s hip, and Kurt finds himself nodding even though he finds the idea of the game silly - something popular and risqué that kids love to play because of the smallest chance of finding their soulmates.

But it’s so hard to say no to Blaine. He’s only been at McKinley for three months but he’s already one of Kurt’s closest friends, and it didn’t take him long to figure out that Kurt’s completely weak when it comes to Blaine’s big, earnest eyes and his bright smile, the way his face lights up when he sees Kurt.

They’re teased, sometimes, for how close they are, but Kurt’s not about to let some neanderthal bullies ruin how important Blaine’s friendship is to him.

And besides, Kurt’s never thought about boys that way. Not really. Not until Blaine, anyway, but he reassures himself that it’s totally normal teenage curiosity to imagine how soft Blaine’s lips would feel on his own.

misqueue

[Fic] The Same Old Scene (for klaine advent prompt #14 neon)

(prompts listed in chronological order here. (eta: fixed the link) This one goes between “Like All Dreamers” and “No Need to Be Without”)

The Same Old Scene

Kurt/Blaine, mention of past Blaine/Eli | MA/NC-17 | Drama/Erotica | sex, mild angst | for klaineadvent prompt #14 neon | set between 4x14 “I Do” and 4x15 “Girls (and Boys) On Film” | title from Roxy Music’s “Same Old Scene” | After the hook up at Will and Emma’s non-wedding, Kurt doesn’t know what he wants, Blaine does his best to be it anyway, and nothing really changes. That doesn’t mean this doesn’t matter. | ~6,000 words

[ read on AO3 ]

alilactree

Blaine Anderson: Rock Star

I saw this manip going around and felt very inspired to write a little something. Designer!Kurt and Rockstar!Blaine alternate meeting AU

alilactree

When Kurt’s first thought upon waking up is stupid fucking bird, he knows immediately that today is not going to go well. It’s an hour before his alarm goes off, and he was in the middle of an amazing dream involving a beautiful tropical island and a beautiful man and very little clothing. Things were just getting interesting too. Kurt moans and flips to his stomach, covering his head with his pillow to drown out the insistent cheerful warbling of the bird out on his fire escape. He’s just starting to drift off again when a jackhammer outside startles him.

It’s a Monday. Figures.

Kurt sighs and heaves himself out of bed, glares at the stupid happy bird that will not shut up, rubs his eyes and heads to the coffeemaker just as his alarm starts blaring.

After he showers and shaves, gets dressed and fixes his hair he feels slightly more human, gets down a travel mug and goes to pour himself coffee to complete the transformation and freezes with the carafe held over his mug. It’s clear. Just hot water. He forgot to put actual coffee in the coffee maker.

flamingmuse

Fic: Gifts

I did a little freewriting earlier this week, and I wrote the story entirely inside-out and in the wrong order. Wow, would it make no sense to anyone outside of my own head. By my usual rules of freewriting, I would have had to post it with minimal editing, but it wasn’t English. So I’ve mushed the words around until they’re in the right order. It’s still a looser piece than I would usually post - not as tightly edited or balanced in terms of sweetness - but I’d like to keep the spirit of freewriting intact even if I actually had to do a polish on it. Very sweet, based on me pondering Kurt buying office supplies for Blaine. I didn’t expect that this would be the fic that came out of that contemplation… but my muse is a fickle beast. Per usual, my POV characters are limited and unbalanced in their perspective. (But if you don’t think Blaine lives a Kurt Hummel Appreciation Life, I don’t know what show you’re watching.) Title: “Gifts” Author: flaming muse Fandom: Glee Pairing: Kurt/Blaine Rating: Teen Word count: 1800 Summary: Late in the afternoon on the day Blaine moved back into the loft, he let himself look at all of the details Kurt had chosen for Blaine’s new workspace. Spo!lers: set within the last song of 5x20 (“The Untitled Rachel Berry Project”), with no spo!lers beyond Disclaimers: The characters belong to various corporate Powers That Be. I make absolutely no profit from playing with them. All of my fic is available on LJ and on the AO3. Feedback is lovely!

on LJ | on the AO3

Reminder: I am spo!ler-free!

chatterboxrose

quick, probably horrible, fic inspired by this by suitfer uwu

nerd!kurt and badboy!blaine oh la la

chatterboxrose

"What’cha got there, sweetheart?"

Kurt frowns down at his book and looks up.

He’s more than shocked to see Blaine Anderson in all his “leather-jacket-badboy-cliche glory” standing over him. Kurt reaches up and pushes his glasses up his nose.

"Um…"

Blaine sets both of his hands flat on the table in front of Kurt and leans over, looking at the book Kurt has laid open on the table. “Hmm, what is this, latin?”

"It’s French," says Kurt, before he can be too confused at why Blaine Anderson is asking him questions about his book.

"But like, that isn’t a textbook. What - do you read novels in French?"

"Yes," says Kurt.

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