Klaine Bingo

Kurt/Blaine BINGO challenge for writers, artists, video and playlist makers and more

[klainebingo]

Name: Klainecentric

Will post to: klainedevabethhummelson

Prompts: bingo card

[klainebingo]

Bingoooo

url: hazelandglasz

bingo: Black Out !!

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Mod note: I have to say: absolute and utter kudos and congratulations on your 4th completed bingo card :D 

[hazelandglasz]

prompt: could you do that 5+1 thing? with jelaous and posessive kurt when boys (and girls) are hitting on blaine? like kurt goes and claims him his in front of the flirters ;)

Klaine Bingo: Bitten

I changed the prompt a little, but I hope you don’t mind !

5.

It’s the most innocuous thing that happens when they’re in the subway together.

From the way they stand, so close to each other–because Blaine just adores rubbing against Kurt when they are traveling to their respective schools, the tease–, Kurt thinks it’s fairly obvious that they are a couple.

A married couple, may he add, but that’s not even relevant.

Their fingers brush around the bar while they roll to the next station, and Kurt looks away from it with a smile when he spots her.

The girl who is standing at the next door, watching them.

Watching Blaine, to be more precise.

Watching Blaine’s ass, to really get in specifics.

Kurt gives her a pointed look, but that doesn’t make her stop.

So Kurt does the only natural thing.

He pulls his free hand out of his pocket and slides it down Blaine’s back, brushing the hem of Blaine’s jacket until he can put the tip of his fingers in Blaine’s back pocket.

Clear enough sweetheart?

The girl’s eyes are wide when Kurt looks back, and he smirks as he turns to face Blaine once again.

“Ugh, can today be over already?” Blaine groans, stepping even more into Kurt’s space and canting his back to lean into Kurt’s “innocent” touch.

“Same here, sweetheart,” Kurt replies, leaning in for a small kiss.

When he comes out of the subway, waving at Blaine, Kurt makes sure to glare one more time at the girl.

Who pointedly looks away, a blush high on her cheeks.

Yeah, thought so.

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[hazelandglasz]

I have a prompt :D Now that the cheerio's don't have a coach (bc sue got fired) they have voted for Kitty to take the lead and she decides they sould watch all cheerio performances from national championships and Kitty's all "ok so they were national champs in 2009(2010?)" and they watch and are all gobsmacked bc epic celine dion medley by Kurt and they(kitty&twins) become Cheerio!Kurt fangirls :D

Klaine Bingo: Cheerleader

“Gather round, maggots!”

At that point, the Cheerios are so used to Kitty’s ways that they just obey without even sighing.

“If we want to win,” Kitty calls as she plugs a laptop to Sue’s ridiculous, gigantic screen, “we need to use our history.”

Some exchange dubious looks, but Mason and Madison sit on the edge of their chairs.

“We need to learn from our mistakes, of course,” Kitty continues, slides of the latest, craziest stunts pulled by the team of cheerleaders–everybody shivers away at the sight of the cannon Sue had planned, and a gasp travels through the group as the bouncy castle appears–, “but we need to find an inspiration in our greatest moments too.”

The slides stop, and videos start.

“Take notes, babycheers,” Kitty says, “because this. Is. Our. Future.”

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[hazelandglasz]

Okay, so you should definitely write that cat god prompt for klaine! (Kurt would have to be the cat god ofc) It would be glorious!

Imagine that Person B is some kind of cat god (or a reincarnation of one?). Now imagine that Person A is really stressed about something. And finally, imagine that Person B calls upon all of the kittens of the world to snuggle with Person A until they feel better.

Klaine Bingo: WILD CARD// Gods

Once upon a time, Gods and Goddesses keep themselves away from Humans, for all their sakes.

Once Humans stopped worshipping them–under whoever names they liked to give to their gods–, once they forgot how generous and how terrifying the Gods could be, the deities decided to just blend in the human world, lives after lives, no longer getting involved in the changes the Earth’s inhabitants went through but still very interested.

Curious even.

Especially Bas. Or Freia, if you’re from the North. Or Ovinnik, if you’re from Eastern Europe.

Curiosity is one of their main attributes, after all–along with mischief.

Which explains why they can’t help but … intervene in the human world, every now and then.

But in this life, in the New World, in New York City, in the 21st century? It’s the first time the Cat Deity has let themself be tied to a human that way.

That hard, that fast, that deeply.

But truth is, Bas, or Freia, or Ovinnik, or Kurt in this instance, would do anything for the humans they decide to bestow their generosity upon.

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[hazelandglasz]

Kurt not being able to get it up because he's really stressed and Blaine finding a way to relax his husband and also arouse him because it's been three days since we've had sex Kurt I'm going to die

Klaine Bingo : Fuck or Die

sorry about the editing, i’ll arrange it as soon as i can !!

Blaine is going to die.

It won’t be pretty, and it will give him fifteen minutes of posthumous fame in the evening news.

He’s going to die because he needs …

God even in his head it sounds so crass.

Blaine is going to die because he needs Kurt’s cock in his ass.

Yes, he needs sex to survive, there must a scientific study or two to corroborate his hard learned fact.

Ha, hard.

He wishes.

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[hazelandglasz]

klaine, our class is being forced to do Romeo and Juliet except neither of us are romeo or juliet and instead we are assigned to lighting (and here's an idea: they're outraged that they didn't get a lead role, nor a speaking role, nor any role at all and maybe "accidentally-on-purpose" mess up like shining the light too brightly on the actors' faces or something)

As I was reading the prompt, my mind took the same path as yours ;)

Klaine Bingo : Part-time

On AO3

“What do you mean, there is no part left for me?”

Blaine is livid, this close to grab the assisting director by his ridiculous lapels and settle this over a fight, but this would be considered unprofessional, wouldn’t it.

“I mean,” the guy replies, snotty as ever, “that we have too many actors and not enough techies. While your audition was … interesting,” he continues, giving Blaine a very judgmental look, “it was not the best, while your lighting teacher insists on how well you master the proceedings.”

“So I’m going to take care of the lights?” Blaine asks, feeling discouraged, yes, and disappointed–cut the crap, Anderson, he muses, you are outraged –, he’ll take what part people will give him.

“Yes. With another student, but I told him to walk his anger away.”

There–that’s definitely smugness on that stupid face, and Blaine will definitely find a way to put Mr. St. James back in his place.

In the trash can, that is.

“Fine,” Blaine says, grabbing the piece of papers with the director’s instruction. “Care to give me the name of the student?”

“Hummel, Kurt.”

Blaine humphs, and walks away from the table as fast as he can.

He knows of Kurt, at least from improvisation class–if he’s as pissed as Blaine, they might just make a good revenge team.

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[hazelandglasz]

If you're taking prompts, how about Klaine - college - pretend couple?

mwaha

Klaine Bingo : What If

Back when it was just about filling forms and dreaming about college, Blaine and Kurt helped each other and didn’t take anything into consideration but where they wanted to go, and that they wanted to go together.

Two best friends, facing college and a new life together–best deal in the world, right?

But when they did get replies, once they stopped celebrating getting into Tisch together, a more concrete question arose.

How to pay for it without bankrupting their parents.

Between the tuitions, the move and the lodging, it soon became obvious that college was even more expensive than they thought.

At the beginning of August, they are both at the end of the list of things they could do, lying on the grass of Blaine’s parents’ house with bottles of sparkling apple juice between them when Blaine speaks up.

“You know, there is a way to get a grant and discounts on dorm rooms,” he says, arms folded behind his head to pillow it, eyes to the starry sky.

Kurt is next to him, close enough that his bouncing feet knocks Blaine’s every now and then. “Pray tell,” he replies, picking up his bottle to take a sip.

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[hazelandglasz]

klaine + hell + rom-com? with kurt as the king of hell and blaine as a cute little demon who wants to impress him by doing evil deeds but the best (worst?) he can do is ridiculous petty tricks like messing up people's hair or making them step on puddles but king kurt finds it endearing and falls for him anyways <3

Written as a birthday present for @tacogrande ^^

Klaine Bingo : Demon Deals

“Master, master!”

Santana and Mercedes roll their eyes (all eight of them) at the sound of Blaine’s voice, but Kurt wiggles in his throne.

The demon never fails to entertain–when you have all eternity and then some to watch over Hell, distractions are always welcomed.

Good deal Kurt made all those years ago, snatching the human’s soul for his realm in exchange of a short but burning life of success and pleasure.

Like he said, Blaine is entertaining, that’s for sure, and whether in his human envelope or as a demon, with his muscles on display, clawed hands and glowing eyes, Kurt finds Blaine …

Easy on the eye.

Attractive.

Pleasant, even, though that word is not one that should enter Kurt’s kingdom.

“What is it, Blaine,” he calls back, waiting for Blaine to land at the feet of his throne.

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[hazelandglasz]

"I once fell in love with this guy because i was subletting his apartment and I fell in love with his things. it’s a really funny way to get to know someone." for Klaine

Klaine Bingo: Detail

Kurt looks around the apartment he is renting for the two weeks it will take for his landlord to fix the pipes and bathroom in his place.

Not too bad, for an Airbnb found in a rush.

It’s clean, that much is sure, and Kurt takes a deep breath as he drops his bag in the bedroom.

It smells like Spring–not in New York, but like back home, which is weird, but the fact remains: this apartment smells like Lima in the Spring, sunflowers and melons and a little bit of motor oil, in a good way.

Kurt moves onto the kitchen, where a note awaits him–loopy handwriting, distinctively male but playful–to tell him that he’s more than welcome to use any of the products in the cupboards and the fridge, but to make sure to replace the ones “marked with a lightsaber,” what?

More than a little bit curious–and amused, there’s no point in hiding it–Kurt opens the fridge, and sure enough, it shows a nice arrange of dairies and produces, but yes, there is a sticker shaped like a bona fide lightsaber on a piece of cheese, and okay, Kurt gets it.

That’s a good quality cheese, and if the guy is anywhere near his age, that type of cheese means financial sacrifices.

A pot of boiling water and some of said cheese shredded over pasta later, Kurt starts really looking around the apartment.

No pictures, but he can understand that, he probably would have taken his own pictures off the wall too if he was subletting it to a stranger.

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[hazelandglasz]

Can you please do something where Blaine has a twin brother and sometimes Kurt get confused about it.

Or a lord of the rings where Blaine and Kurt are both hobbits?

oh my …

Klaine Bingo: Resurrection

“Blaine Anderson, get back here this instant!”

Blaine’s only answer is to laugh as he runs away, trying not to drop any of the warm pies in his arms.

One thing is certain: if Daisy Gamgee caught up with him for taking her award-winning pastries, no wizard or elf in the whole Middle-Earth would be able to resurrect him.

And he didn’t steal them, no sir, Blaine was a well-behaved Hobbit who had learned from his momma to leave some money when taking something from a windowsill.

Besides, those pies have a higher purpose than just feeding the Gamgee clan–Eru knows that little Samwise already eats his weight in rotisserie, and he’s not even fifty yet–, and Blaine intends to help them achieve that purpose.

“Master Anderson,” Kurt welcomes him, balanced by the breeze in the comfortable hammock he installed in his garden while puffing rings from his pipe.

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[hazelandglasz]

"You ride a subway through underground New York City and discover you can remember the pasts of your fellow passengers." With Klaine, please!

I don’t know why, but I went with past lives instead of just pasts, I hope you still like it !

Klaine Bingo: Earth

As a child, Kurt was perceived as a very thoughtful one–always caring for his family, offering tea to his grandmother, biscuits to his aunt, that sort of things, and without a question asked or an inquiry before doing it.

Kurt just … knew what people wanted, or needed, and he simply did what he could to make it happen.

As he grows up, Kurt naturally goes with his instincts and his assets.

After high school, he packs his bags, kisses his father, reminds him to take care of himself and how to turn the webcam on, and Kurt flies out to New York.

To settle down, to become an adult, to make a path for himself.

Like the city called for him.

While he looks for a proper apartment, Kurt lands himself in a quiet YMCA not too far from Times Square, and he spends his first night smiling around the bendy end of the straw he uses to drink a cold brew.

After four unfruitful visits, Kurt finds a place that could be “it” : an unassuming building, a quiet neighborhood in Brooklyn, an apartment that is the very picture of “fixer-upper” …

And yet, for some reason, Kurt cannot imagine himself living anywhere else in the whole of New York.

It happens on his way back to the YMCA, that day, after he leaves his application for The Apartment.

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[hazelandglasz]

“You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” AU - Blaine breaking in accidentally but it's not just Kurt's cat that takes a liking to Blaine lets be real here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Klaine Bingo : Yes

The first time Kurt wakes up, he tries to forget it and go back to sleep.

“Mrrow?”

Kurt hears Dinah in his sleep, sure, but he liked being asleep.

It fits his dream quite well, too, so he doesn’t see a reason to worry.

Dinah is a big girl, she can take care of herself and whatever is puzzling her in the middle of the night.

It’s the male voice that mimics her mewls that completely awakens him.

“Meow, meow, who’s a pretty–” a hiccup “–pardon me. Who’s a pretty kitty, yes it’s you, yes indeed …”

Kurt sits up and grabs his phone and the bluntest, nearest thing available–his copy of Sondheim’s biography, perfect–and slowly walks up to his bedroom’s door.

“Hold on. Since when does Santana have a cat?” The stranger muses and Kurt frowns.

There is a S. Lopez on the floor above him, is that–?

“Oh, I’m sure she just couldn’t resist your big eyes.”

“Mrrrrrow.”

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[hazelandglasz]

Hello~ May I prompt klaine in 'Are a singer and a blind person who falls in love with their voice' please? And then they meet and actually fall in love and all is right in the world :D

Anonymous said:I think I would die of pure squeals if you wrote: Klaine AU - Are a singer and a blind person who falls in love with their voice

Neooooww so cute

Klaine Bingo: Heart

“And this week, just like the past four weeks, Kurt Hummel’s third album, Unicorn, is topping the charts. To see the singer lead the charts with an album of covers, giving a new energy to old classics like Sinatra’s and the Beatles’ as well as more recent hits from Lady Gaga and Ke$ha, a new identity really, is truly a surprise.”

“I agree, Colin. I think Hummel’s usual targeted audience is showing an appreciation for oldies and goodies, beyond the studio expectation.”

“Precisely, Heather. And now, just for the kicks of it, let’s listen to the latest single from the album, Hummel’s duet with none other than Mercedes Jones, the cover of Madonna’s  Four Minutes.”

Blaine bites on his lower lip to keep himself from being too obvious as the song starts in his headphones.

His phone beeps in his pocket, and he stands up, unfolding his cane.

As much as he loves–adores, worships–Kurt Hummel and his voice, he still needs to get off the subway to get to work.

“Good morning Blaine,” Santana calls when he comes in through the back alley’s door. “Careful, the Motta croquembouche is on your left.”

Blaine takes a careful step to his right to avoid the left counter entirely. “Good morning boss.”

For the past two years, Blaine has been working for Santana’s event planning agency, “Boppidi-Boo”, and though they seemed to butthead on everything, they make for a powerful duo nowadays.

“Santana, I needed to talk to you about Puckerman’s napkins,” he says immediately, folding up his cane and putting his satchel on his desk.

“What about them?”

“He’s stealing from you.”

Blaine can actually feel the air swirling when Santana rushes to get next to him. “Speak.”

From his satchel, Blaine pulls out two napkins. “See, those,” he says, lifting one, “are the ones we initially ordered from him. Black Bengaline, high thread count. And those,” he lifts the other one, “are the ones he delivered for the Abrams-Cohen Chang engagement party.”

“I see no difference.”

Blaine unfolds then, running his fingers down both seams. “The thread count is completely different. One is high-class, smooth and chic, what you wanted and what represents your brand; the other is …”

“Cheap and irritating?”

“Exactly.”

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[hazelandglasz]

you’re sitting in front of me during a basketball game and i get so angry at a call i accidentally knock my beer all over you - I'd like to prompt this for Klaine please! With Blaine spilling his beer on Kurt who was only there because Finn and Burt forced him. :D

hihi

Klaine Bingo: Own World

The only reason Kurt agreed to come was his father and his brother looking at him like newborn puppies, eyes wide and bottom lip trembling (at least Finn did. Burt has a little more self-respect) until he said that he would come to the game with them, jeesh.

So here he is, in Madison Square Garden, and yes, there is something vaguely appealing about this game.

More actual talent and strategy than brute strength like football, at least.

Kurt could do without the loud cheers and the frankly disturbing clash of colors–blue and orange, for starters.

He’s all for complimentary colors, but that’s pushing it a little.

And on the other side, Atlanta’s colors are almost relaxing–Kurt has something for red and navy, so sue him–but the jerseys are not even following that, and the players are in white and red.

It’s not that distasteful, but it’s giving him a migraine–again, combined with how loud the crowd is getting, it’s not helping him to enjoy the whole setting.

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[invisibleraven]

Klainemas Part 25

Something short and sweet to finish us off. AO3

Klaine Christmas Bingo: White Christmas

Kurt Anderson-Hummel could say at this moment that he was completely and utterly content. He was in Ohio with his parents, his mother-in-law, his husband and their two children. Audrey was currently ‘helping’ Carole and Pam with cookies in the kitchen. Devon was in Burt’s arms placing ornaments on the tree while Blaine stoked the fire. Kurt was lounging on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate just taking it all in. Outside snow was falling gently, forming a gentle blanket on the ground, blurred by the lights on the houses on the block.

Eventually they were all gathered around, cookies and hot chocolate for all. They turned the lights off and the tree on, the room now bathed in soft rainbow light. Blaine sat down next to Kurt, throwing an arm over his shoulder and gave Kurt’s cheek a kiss. “Merry Christmas sweetie.”

Audrey was squealing as Burt tickled her, exclaiming “No Grandpa stop!” and wiggling about on the floor. Devon was explaining to his Nana and Lola how he really hoped Santa would be able to find them, since he had been extra good this year and he really wanted a ‘firetuck’.

Kurt snuggled further into Blaine’s side, sighing happily. “Merry Christmas Blaine.”

[invisibleraven]

Klainemas Part 24

One day more! This story combines days 8 & 15, my favourites, so I hope you enjoy! On AO3!

Klaine Advent: Yesterday+Klaine Christmas Bingo: Caroling

Blaine found it impossible to sleep that night, not only because trying to sleep in a trench in the dead of winter was never easy. it was because his thoughts were filled with Kurt; beautiful Kurt with the voice of an angel and eyes like a stormy sea. If they made it through this war, Blaine would like nothing more than to be with Kurt, in whatever way they could. But was just it, it was a war, who knew when it would end or if either of them would make it out alive. He dIdn’t know if he could bear going through this fighting and always worrying about Kurt. Yes, what the Germans had done was terrible, and Blaine still believed he was in the right to go against them. But…he could never fight Kurt, could never fire across to his side without panicking that he had harmed the man he has so quickly come to care for.

So Blaine packed his kit, and decided he could no longer be here, fight this fight. Perhaps he could ask to be transferred to another company. That would do little to assuage his worry, but at least Kurt’s life would never be in his hands. Then, if they both made it through, he would trust on fate to bring them together.

~

“Is bit…sad is it not?” Kurt interrupted and Blaine looked up from his laptop where he was penning rewrites to his musical.

“It’s realistic, which yes, is sometimes sad. But hopeful.” Blaine replied, pulling Kurt into his lap, kissing him sweetly.

“Peut être…they could what is the word…elope? Go away together? But more hopeful then?” Kurt suggested, nuzzling behind Blaine’s ear, which he knew to be a dirty trick, as it got his fiance purring.

“And where should they go? One of them has family in Germany that he could never abandon, but we know it’s not the safest place for them.” Blaine replied, wishing he could make his characters happy.

“America? Land of opportunity? Or Canada perhaps? Safer, more agréable to people like us?” Kurt suggested, mindlessly playing with Blaine’s curls.

Blaine smiled, loved that Kurt continued to be his muse, someone who he could bounce ideas off of. Though it did mean that he would definitely be sharing half the profits with him as a practical co-writer of his work, as well as future husband. “Canada it is. What would I ever do without you my love?”

“Still be in that pond full of eels trying to salvage this musical.” Kurt replied cheekily before sauntering off to make food for them both. Blaine just shook his head before getting back to his story.

~

On the morning of Christmas Day, Blaine was prepared to ask for reassignment, when he saw that apparently, the truce was still on. There were men playing football, others in a line waiting for a haircut, other still singing carols from the night before with some hair of the dog to ward off a hangover. But best of all, was Kurt was running across the field, waving a letter above his head.

“Blaine! He’s okay! I got word this morning that Finn is okay! He’s home resting, but he’s okay!” Kurt exclaimed and both men embraced quickly at the good news. Then Kurt continued on, but in a whisper, even if they were removed from the crowds. “They are talking about leaving Germany. My mother has family in some place called Montreal, and Carole has family in another called Halifax. They are both in Canada, which is part of the war, on your side. Blaine, I was called up to fight, and have no great love for what they are doing. I wish to join my family, escape the King. I am wondering…will you come with me? I know it would mean leaving your family, but when the war ends, you would probably still be welcome to see them. If I abandoned Germany, I would never again see mine if they had intentions to stay.”

Blaine was silent for a moment, then tugged Kurt away, into the Scottish trench. “Have you need of your things?” Kurt motioned that he was already carrying his pack, ready to go. “Then let’s go.” Blaine looked around, seeing they were alone and pulled Kurt into a sweet kiss. “And never look back.”