Hey, Could you make a masterpost of all the a-simple-rainbow fics/pdfs you have? I’ve read excited about things, playing with fire, is it weird, lonely in pink, the chase and am about to read a summer of cliches. I’ve loved everything I’ve read and I want to see if there’s any I’m missing (in PDF form).
One of my all time favorite authors. You can read ‘em all and you’ll be in love, too. Lovely fics and great variety. ~Lynne
A SIMPLE RAINBOW FICS (PDF files)
HERE is the link to their AO3 author page. PDF links below.
Is It Weird (Main story plus 5 follow ups)
Blaine sends his Topics in Contemporary Music mid-term essay to the wrong e-mail address, writing an extra m where it was supposed to read Humel. Kurt, spending a semester abroad in Paris, is having a challenging night of essay writing and procrastination, and goes a little bit beyond letting Blaine know he got the wrong person, sparking what will soon be described as a "weird pen-palish thing we got going on" that takes them both by surprise and leaves them hopeful and giddy.
#2 - Kurt Hummel and the Year with All The Emails
#3 - Of Home and Family
#4 - The Wedding Blog
#5 - Please Notice
#6 - The Interview We Never Expected
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A Summer of Cliches
The Hudmels decided to go to one of Europe’s sunniest countries on vacation… Kurt was sure it wouldn’t be worth it. He was so getting skin cancer. And it would be their fault. Nothing, nothing, would be worth two weeks of cancerous Sun. Or…? AU
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The Bluebirds Flight
Kurt's on a train to New York. He's depressed, listless, alone in the world and one sad song away from a pathetic video clip moment. But things could apparently get worse: when the train becomes mysteriously empty, stops and leaves him stranded in an unfamiliar middle of nowhere. Kurt finds himself in a world with wizards and healers, and all sorts of bizarre things, but most of all where people tell him he's the Crown Prince everyone's been waiting for - prophesied to end the horrors of tyranny they've been living for the last 18 years. The only thing he wants is to go back home, but no one has a clue how to do that, and it doesn't get any easier when he finds himself wanting to help, and a little bit in love.
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The Chase
Kurt is a college freshman showing up to campus on a sweet ass ride. He doesn’t care what others think (hasn’t since he was a sophomore and discovered the wonders of steel tip boots and detachment), but if he did, he knows they’d think he looks equal parts intimidating and cool. Badass with class.And that, right up there on the sidewalk walking towards campus, is a great ass he has class with.And since Kurt has a class with that guy, it’s not considered catcalling or sleazy to slow down and take off his helmet (for better view) and say something, is it?
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Pride Prejudice and Superheroes
Blaine, the reluctant superhero amateur with the lamest backstory ever. Kurt, the apparent snob with an impatient attitude and an aversion to expressing gratitude. They hate one another, but the universe has other plans if the way they keep running into each other is anything to go by. College & Superhero AU
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The Bow Tie Collection
Prompt:“I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us” AU with the specifications of: I’d like it to be Kurt falling asleep at a Tike+Blaine houseparty (Kurt only knowing Tina and Mike, obviously) and Santana and Rachel just leaving him there because he was flirting with Blaine all evening anyway but both were too shy to actually make a move so the girls thought that some more alone time couldn’t hurt.
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Lonely In Pink
Blaine is 27, a doctor with a three year old girl. Kurt is 18, fresh out of high school, with pink hair and combat boots. Equally drowning, they could both use a hand.
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Of BFFs and Shoes
I decided to mesh together a fuckload of tropes/prompts. From the text to the wrong number, to meeting in an elevator. Mostly it’s funny and stupid. Apologies to anyone who likes high heeled converse all stars.
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Rachel’s Cute Autograph
Rachel is late, and Kurt is trapped waiting for her in a street suddenly filled with people with yellow t-shirts and clipboards that are so very clearly collecting money for some cause Kurt isn't enough of a bad person to say no.
“Hi!” the boy greets with a bright smile, “Could I maybe take a minute of your time?”You can take all the minutes of my time, Kurt thinks.The boy’s eyes widen and there’s a sound of some kind of suppressed cough, the bright grin shifting slightly as his eyebrows knot together.“I said that out loud?”
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What They Say About The Third Time
Klaine AU Meeting. Blaine is a cinematography student who agrees to help some classmates out with their end of semester project. Kurt is a fashion student who agrees to help his high school friend, Artie Abrams, when he suddenly needs an actor for the student film he’s directing. Amidst the chaos of a film studio, Kurt and Blaine.
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About Fate
Based on a prompt from one of those AU meet cute (or in this case, meet ugly) scenarios: I hit you with my car and I was the only one visiting you at the hospital.
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Crazy
What Klaine's part of "A Wedding" would've been like if I could have written the episode.
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If That’s What You Want
Kurt’s jaw drops in horror (or maybe it drops because at least his body knows he should be horrified at the mere suggestion of it) “You’re suggesting I…”“Seduce him. Make him fall in love with you. Break his heart on the eve of the game. Render him useless…?” Sebastian shrugs casually, “If that’s what you think it’ll take.”
Kurt Hummel has a shot at being Captain for the Slytherin Quidditch team if only he agrees to take Hufflepuff's star Keeper out of the picture before the first big game. Of course, what he doesn't know - and would if he'd only watch a film (*any* romantic film, really) - is that it's probably the worst idea anyone has ever had for way too many reasons.And as luck would have it, Blaine Anderson has overcome many obstacles in his life, only to come out on top, but one he has never managed to get past...? His completely hopeless crush on Kurt Hummel. (Hogwarts Klaine AU)
If That’s What You Want drabble
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Thank God For Broken Copiers
Based on the prompt: you suck at dancing but you’re doing it in a middle of a bookstore and I think it’s pretty darn cute au. (with the alterations: doesn't suck at dancing, is hot)
It’s a certain someone’s birthday!!! And since that certain someone is my usual beta reader, please excuse possible typos and weird sentences.
@a-simple-rainbow - I have a weird feeling you once kind of prompted me to write Kurt breaking into Blaine’s apartment or vice versa? But even if you didn’t, that’s what I wrote, sort of, so just roll with it! :D Happy birthday, love! ♥
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“You what?!” Kurt asks Rachel again, exasperated. “After I just lost my keys to Santana because it was my turn to lend her mine and she had to take a spontaneous trip to Ohio to make Brittany jealous or whatever she is doing this time? Ugh.”
Rachel is wringing her hands with a miserable grimace.
“I’m sorry, Kurt,” she repeats. “I… I really screwed up. I had them in my coat but the one I wore yesterday, not this one – and I didn’t even think that the other key is in Ohio.” Her eyes widen. “Oh god, do you think we’ll have to sleep on the streets?!”
Kurt eyes her in annoyance. “No, Rachel, we’re going to sleep in our apartment.” He sighs, looking the outside wall in front of them up and down. “We just need to find a way to get up that fire escape.”
He glances around, finds a trash can and decides that it’ll have to do. He makes his way over there and ignores Rachel as she impatiently tugs on his jacket.
“Have you lost your mind, Kurt?! Even if you get up there – which I doubt, by the way – how will you get into the apartment?”
Kurt positions the trash can just right so he is right below the ladder.
“I left my window open to get some fresh air,” he says, knowing perfectly well that it will drive Rachel crazy.
Sure enough she starts ranting about how she hates coming back to a freezing apartment, and that a quick gush of air for about ten minutes every morning is enough.
Kurt looks down from where he has climbed onto the trash can. He cocks an eyebrow at Rachel.
“Do you want to continue with your little tirade or will you at one point start being grateful that I am singlehandedly saving you the trouble of finding shelter tonight?” he asks.
Rachel frowns and huffs but she shuts up nonetheless.
“Now give me a little support, please?” Kurt requests, mentally preparing himself for what he’s about to do. “I don’t want to die because you were too careless with the keys.”
About five tries of jumping and missing, accompanied without fail by a horrified shriek from Rachel. The sixth time, though, Kurt manages to hold on to the ladder and pull himself up (all thanks to his new gym routine). This time, Rachel cheers and Kurt rolls his eyes at her one last time before climbing up all the way and continuing up the stairs.
He wishes he was wearing a bit less tight pants, though, because climbing flights after flights of stairs turns out to be quite exhausting. He’s already thrown his jacket down to where Rachel is watching him, but he’s not about to lose any more clothes. He must already look like a lunatic burglar.
Then again, it’s New York.
Kurt keeps counting floors as he makes his way up higher. Having the loft apartment, of course they are at the very top, but something doesn’t add up as Kurt reaches the end of the fire escape. A quick glance through the window in front of him tells him he’s made a mistake because he does not recognize the furniture.
“Goddammit,” he mutters to himself. “Wrong side of the house, really? Really, Kurt?!”
He looks down and, oh, wow, he’s high up. How has he not looked down before now? He grabs the handrail a bit tighter.
“Fuck, fuck fuck.” Kurt grits his teeth. “Okay, you have two options. Die up here or get back down there…” As he turns around, another window catches his eye. “Or…” He shouldn’t. But it’s opened just slightly and it would be so easy to just slide it up all the way and quickly get this all over with.
Well, that’s the pro. The con is that he might give someone a heart attack. What if it’s an elderly lady?
But maybe… maybe nobody will even see him. Maybe this person isn’t even home – maybe they’re just fresh air enthusiasts like Kurt.
And maybe Kurt is a coward who can’t go back down now that he’s climbed up so far and the adrenaline is all used up, and he’s realizing he is more afraid of heights than he thought.
“I’m insane, I’m so insane,” he tells himself as he slides the window up quietly and climbs into an apartment that is most definitely not his.
He wishes it were his a little bit because the first thing he spots next to a cozy-looking queen bed is an acoustic piano, a guitar and lots and lots of sheet music neatly stacked on an alphabetized shelf. Kurt’s halfway on his way to inspect the collection when he remembers his mission and turns back to the room’s door.
He opens the door with care, painfully aware that he is basically breaking and entering, even if for good reasons. He gulps and peers out the door. Another big room, connected to an open kitchen space. Alright, this must be the living room then. Kurt’s eyes flit around and find the main entrance quickly. That must be it, the door with the shoe rack and the keys on the cabinet…
As he moves toward it, a door to his left suddenly opens and a half-naked guy comes out, eyes so focused on tightening his towel that he misses Kurt.
“Sam?” the owner of the gorgeous apartment calls out. “Was that you? Did you forget something?”
Kurt cringes. He doesn’t want to get beaten up, and the guy looks like he could be up for the job judging by those arms and back, but he can’t also not say anything… what if he still gets caught and looks even more guilty than he already is?
“Uhm,” he says dumbly, for a lack of better words. “No, it’s-”
The guy yells and jumps at the sudden sound behind him, and – okay, wow, talk about a heart attack, because the towel falls as he turns around and that’s definitely something Kurt did not expect to see when he broke into the apartment.
For god’s sake, he thought it would be an elderly lady. But no, that’s so not the anatomy of an elderly lady.
Kurt chokes on his words, beet red, and slaps his hand over his eyes.
The guy scrambles to get his towel back up before hissing, “What the fuck?! Who the hell are you and why are you in my apartment?!”
Kurt peeks through his fingers and, okay, it’s semi-safe. He lowers his hand – but once he gets a closer look at the guys face, he suddenly wishes he would have just fallen off the stupid fire escape.
That’s none other than Blaine Anderson, the guy from 7B, who always causes a lot of elbowing from Rachel and crude jokes about his sex life from Santana whenever he passes and Kurt yet again fails to introduce himself.
Blaine seems to realize he’s seen Kurt around at the same time.
“Wait, you’re that guy – from the loft, right…?” he asks, looking more confused than ever.
“Yes, uh, hi,” Kurt manages to say, curses himself for all the awkwardness that he’s about to endure. “God, I am so sorry about this.”
Blaine shifts around uncomfortably, his dark eyebrows furrowed so deep that his whole face is scrunched up.
“I don’t understand. What are you doing in my apartment? How did you even get in?” His face falls all of a sudden. “Are you stalking me?!”
“What?! No!” Kurt exclaims, horrified at the thought. “Oh, no, no, no, I’m not here on purpose, especially not on that purpose, I swear. Please believe me. Please, Blaine, just let me explain.”
Blaine opens and closes his mouth a few times before settling on, “You know my name.”
Oh, shit.
“Uhhhh.” Kurt closes his eyes. “Okay, not making a good case for myself here.” He blinks one eye open to gauge Blaine’s reaction. “At least you seem to have decided I’m not dangerous.”
“Actually, I’m not entirely convinced,” Blaine says honestly, grabbing his phone from the table next to him. “But I know who you are, too, Kurt Hummel. So I can report you to the police if need be.”
“Wait, how do you know my-” Kurt starts but Blaine glares at him and he shuts up. “Right. Not the point. Explanation.” He bites his lip, takes a deep breath, and just goes for the truth. “Would you believe me if I told you that my crazy roommates have issues with taking good care of keys and left us locked out of the apartment so that I had to climb up a flight of stairs on the fire escape only to realize that I was on the wrong side of the building and discovered I’m actually a bit scared of heights so I decided to do the dumb thing and climb into a random stranger’s apartment hoping nobody would be there and my little stunt here would go unnoticed?”
He gets all of that out in record speed – come to think of it, he hasn’t breathed since steeling himself for that little speech, so maybe time to do that – and shoots Blaine a pleading look.
“Okay, wait a second, that was really fast,” Blaine says, shaking his head. “You’re locked out of your apartment?”
“Yes.”
“And instead of calling a locksmith you decided to climb up the fire escape?”
Kurt blinks. “… yes?”
“Okay…” Blaine acknowledges his stupidity with an amused chuckle. “And then you couldn’t get back down and you thought it would be better to potentially get caught as a burglar than just climb down?”
“I guess…” Kurt says with a frustrated sigh.
“And you do realize that you’re still ending up on the wrong side of your apartment door once you’ve made it through mine?”
Kurt purses his lips and wants to die in a hole somewhere.
“Uhm,” he says. “I hadn’t even gotten that far.”
They stare at each other in silence for another moment. Until Blaine just starts shaking with laughter.
“Okay, this is officially hilarious,” he gets out in between little hiccupping laughs that are absolutely adorable, though Kurt’s doing his best to ignore that. “Are you aware that I just dropped my towel in front of my neighbor and I still somehow managed to not have made the biggest fool of myself in this scenario?”
Kurt lets out an embarrassed squeak. “I’m sorry!”
“Thank you,” Blaine says, still laughing. “At least you’re a very polite burglar.”
“Not a burglar,” Kurt whines. “Just incredibly stupid.”
Blaine shrugs. “You did enter my house without permission.”
“God, please don’t call the police on me.”
“Not planning to.” Blaine smiles and puts his phone back on the table. “I don’t think anyone would have been able to make up a story like that on the spot. Besides, you look way too innocent and cute – they probably wouldn’t believe me if I tell them you broke in.” He gulps all of a sudden and fidgets with his towel. “Uhm, anyway, uh… would you mind if I… just stepped out to…?”
“Please,” Kurt says, voice wavering.
He’s been trying hard not to ogle Blaine even now that they’ve established Kurt’s not actually a serial killer or total creep. Though Kurt’s not so sure about the latter himself. He did see Blaine naked, after all, and he’s kind of failing the not-ogling thing.
He blames the little droplets of water still drying only slowly on Blaine’s chest.
And also, hello, Blaine just called him cute. Kurt blames that, too.
Blaine steps around him awkwardly and slips through the door behind Kurt. Ah, so the amazing music room is his. Figures. If Kurt can’t trust his judgment for appropriate courses of action anymore, at least he still has his impeccable taste in men.
Kurt groans silently as he hears the door behind him close. He really stepped in it with his little stunt. Not to mention he’s still locked out of his apartment, as Blaine pointed out so aptly.
But Kurt has no time to ponder this in detail as Blaine comes back out of his room in a matter of minutes, dressed in jeans and a simple polo shirt. He has to move around Kurt again, and Kurt mentally slaps himself – repeatedly.
“Jeez, why did I just keep standing here?” he wonders out loud. To Blaine, he says, “Again, I am so sorry. I… I’ve caused enough damage, I – I can just show myself out, I guess.”
“Right, right…” Blaine mutters, running a hand through his hair. “What about your dilemma, though?”
“Huh?” Kurt is really losing the ability to think with the way Blaine’s eyes are trained on him with just the right amount of care and concern, and oh… “Dilemma…? Oh!” He rolls his eyes at himself. “No keys. Right. Uh… well, I guess I’ll call the locksmith…”
“I can check for a few places in the area,” Blaine offers, grabbing his phone again.
“Thanks, Blaine,” Kurt mumbles. “Ugh, and Santana’s coming back tomorrow… if she were here today, she could just let us in. Now we’ll probably have to change locks and-”
“Or you could just stay here.”
“What?”
“I, uh- I mean. If you don’t- never mind, I-”
“Did you just offer me a place to stay after I more-or-less accidentally broke into your apartment, scared the hell out of you and came across as a total lunatic who just wanted to creep on you while you were naked?”
Blaine is the one to blush this time around.
“I mean, uhm.” He clears his throat. “You did cover your eyes when… that all happened. Also, I know for a fact that you actually live in this building, it’s not like I’ve never noticed- I mean, uh, seen you around… so.” He grimaces. “Do I really have to explain this? I’m just trying to be nice.”
“And you’re very much succeeding,” Kurt says breathlessly. “So… thank you.” He hesitates. “Well, I can’t really take you up on it, though. It feels a bit inappropriate. And I do have another roommate who’s also homeless for the night, though.”
“Not inappropriate at all, I offered.” Blaine shrugs. “And as for the roommate… my couch is big enough for two.”
“Wow.” Kurt blinks. “You really are very nice.”
Blaine lets out a mixture of a squeak and a laugh. Kurt wants to judge but doesn’t find it in himself to find it anything but absolutely endearing.
“Let me call Rachel and Santana and see what they say?” Kurt asks before clarifying, “My roommates, I mean.”
“Sure.” Blaine tilts his head. “Is the one potentially staying here the loud one or the scary one?”
Kurt laughs. “I’ll have you know they can both be very loud and scary, sometimes at the same time, which is usually my cue to leave for a few hours and curse myself to have moved in with two friends from high school.” He shakes his head fondly. “But I’m guessing you mean Santana when you say scary, so, no. The loud one would be staying here.”
“Alright, then.” Blaine smiles. “I’ll make some coffee while you call them. The least I can do is offer you something to drink while you figure out your options.”
“The least you can do?” Kurt asks under his breath as Blaine walks away. “Insanity…”
He calls Rachel, tells her as much as she needs to know, which is mainly that he did not die on the fire escape and is currently camping out in apartment 7B. That earns him a squeal so loud he has to hastily shove his phone closer to his ear to muffle the sound, to no avail, though, as Blaine looks over and chuckles.
“Yeah, definitely the loud one,” he comments.
Santana’s even less discrete, which is unsurprising but also more than embarrassing. She just cackles diabolically and tells Kurt she’ll stay away as long as he needs to play the damsel-in-distress card to get into dreamy neighbors pants, and Kurt prays to every deity he can think of that Blaine didn’t hear that.
It doesn’t look like it, but Kurt has yet to respond.
“No, Santana, we’d very much appreciate it if you could come back tomorrow and solve this whole mess,” he says, voice tight, glancing at Blaine apologetically. “We don’t want to inconvenience Blaine longer than necessary.”
“Well I can think of a few ways you could repay him, you know? There’s-”
“See you tomorrow, Santana!” Kurt hangs up as quickly as he can.
A few minutes later, Blaine welcomes his second surprise guest into his apartment. Rachel made a quick beeline to the nearest grocery store and brought something to cook for dinner, so that Blaine wouldn’t have to spend extra money on them.
She talks fast as she thanks Blaine for his hospitality, asks endless questions about how Kurt ended up in the apartment, and just gapes at them like a fish when she finally gets them to tell her the full story.
Blaine’s roommate Sam comes home in time for dinner and only raises an eyebrow at Blaine.
“I see you invited the loft people,” he says with a smirk that Kurt can’t really place but sends Blaine into a bit of a coughing fit. “It’s nice to meet you,” Sam adds in Rachel and Kurt’s direction.
Despite not having anything with them and having to borrow everything from Sam and Blaine – except for tooth brushes, which Rachel thankfully thought of on her way to the store – they end up having a wonderful evening with delicious food, wine and an episode of America’s Next Topmodel.
Kurt and Blaine sit close enough to touch, and Kurt doesn’t think he imagines it when Blaine scoots a bit closer, pretending to make more room for Sam, and oh-so-subtly brushes the back of Kurt’s hand with his own.
He definitely doesn’t imagine the way Blaine’s breath hitches when Kurt gathers all his courage to lean close and whisper in his ear, “Somehow I was under the impression there’d be some nude photo shoots today.”
Blaine lets out a surprised laugh, giving Kurt a look that’s both scandalized and appreciative. Or so Kurt likes to think.
He almost thanks Rachel for being so forgetful about her keys. But only almost.
Once they are tucked into their makeshift beds and Sam and Blaine have retreated to their rooms, Rachel turns to Kurt, her head propped up on her hand.
“So, you saw him naked, huh?”
“Rachel!” Kurt buries his head under the blanket, and tries to think about how that a) actually happened, and b) somehow led to him lying on Blaine’s couch in Blaine’s apartment wearing Blaine’s clothes. “Please don’t.”
“I mean, most people start by formally introducing themselves but your way certainly has its perks.”
“Rachel, I swear,” Kurt hisses.
“Come on, I want to hear some details,” Rachel begs.
Kurt groans and peeks out under his blanket to take a look at Sam and Blaine’s doors. Closed shut. Good.
“Alright, alright, but for the love of god, shush.”
And amazingly, just for once, Rachel lets him talk and gush and rant, and keeps somewhat quiet throughout.
It’s not until the next morning that Kurt realizes Rachel never agreed to actually keep her mouth shut for the whole duration of their stay, so he doesn’t get to actually start over and live an embarrassment-free life.
“So, Blaine,” she starts over breakfast, and her mischievous grin sends Kurt into such a frenzy that he misses her leg the first few times he tries to kick it. “Kurt tells me you have an amazing a-”
“Assorted sheet music collection!” Kurt blurts when he finally does get a hold of her foot.
He hates Rachel for a second but it’s worth the flirty smile Blaine sends his way.
“You think so?” he asks. “I should have you let a closer look someday.”
Sam smirks, Rachel cackles. Kurt chokes on his tea a bit. And Blaine just looks way too pleased with himself.
Kurt changes his mind about potentially thanking Rachel. He seriously needs roommates with better key management skills.
Or simply a new apartment. He hates moving, though.
This is honestly one of the finest rec lists because it’s thematic. I couldn’t make all of the authors tag so have tried to list them in the tags too
Day 4: Recs!
Ooooh… I LOVE reccing fics! Only five, though? All right, then…
I’ll try and stay off the beaten path for this. It would be easy enough to mention one of the classics by @anxioussquirrel, @chazzam , @mrscriss2012, @zavocado, @missbeizy , @nadiacreek, @heartsmadeofbooks or Rainjoy, but you already know and love those stories, so what’s the point?
1. One of our fandom’s most original and imaginative writers is @sunshineoptimismandangels. I love her stories. She can take an age-old trope and completely turn it upside down and inside out. I love her take on Kurt and Blaine, and she writes Cooper so well, too. The fic of hers I’m going to rec is Missing Pieces. I’m not going to spoil the plot for you. All I’ll say is that I’ve read and re-read this story countless times, and it never fails to move me. Absolute must-read!
Excerpt:
"Why did those men think we were gross?" he asked. "What did we do wrong?"
"Nothing," Kurt said, turning in his seat to face B. "We didn't do anything wrong. Some people just don't like to see two men together."
"But… They were all men and together."
"Yes, but they thought we were on a date, and they don't like gay people."
"They don't like people just because they are gay?"
Kurt sighed. He hated that this was something B had to learn about the world. "Yes."
"People are scared of things they don't understand," B said, remembering the words Kurt had told him before.
"Yeah, and sometimes people don't want to understand."
B was quiet for a moment and Kurt watched him closely, trying to determine what he was thinking. Slowly, a smile grew on B's lips.
"They thought we were on a date?"
Kurt rolled his eyes and laughed. "That's what you got from what just happened?"
B shrugged and smiled. "I don't mind people thinking we were on a date."
2. I’m a fluff writer, and I also love to read fluff. Nothing brings me more joy than waking up to a new story by @hazelandglasz, @whatstheproblembaby, @a-simple-rainbow, @chatterboxrose, @sir-pyllero, @notthetoothfairy, @skivvysupreme or @fablewriter . They never fail to make me smile and they improve my mood a thousand-fold. If you’re fever feeling blue, I encourage you to look up these authors on AO3 and read some of their offerings – it will make you feel happier in no time.
The piece of fluff I’m going to rec here, though, is a wonderful cross-over between Glee and Enchanted called That’s How You Know, and written by the lovely @afterthenovels . It’s still a WIP, but there’s more than enough of it to capture your attention, and there’s no cliffhanger that will make you count the days until we get the next chapter. And oh, I love this story SO much. Kurt and Blaine are so sweet and shy and oblivious, and they complement each other so well. *Happy sigh* Read it, you’ll LOVE it, that’s a guarantee.
Excerpt:
Blaine steps closer as quietly as he can, but Kurt doesn’t even stir, his eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks as he sleeps. He looks... younger. Less like a prince and more like a regular man.
“I guess you really were tired,” Blaine says quietly.
He unfolds the blanket in his arms and spreads it carefully over Kurt’s body, making sure it covers him from neck to toe. Kurt shifts in his sleep, huddling closer to the warmth and letting out a pleased hum, his lips curling into a small smile, and Blaine can’t help the smile that spreads over his own face.
His hair is a mess, he has no idea where his boyfriend is or why he missed their date tonight, his best friend is worried about his love life, and there’s a strange man sleeping on his couch, looking surprisingly at home for someone who’s clearly very far away from home.
Yeah. Maybe he can deal with all of this tomorrow.
3. Much as I hate scary movies, I love to read scary stories once in a while. Ghosts and vampires and djinns and the like stirring up no end of trouble. I’m reading a delightfully eerie nail-biter right now called Callaway Place (also by @sunshineoptimismandangels), but the story I’m going to recommend here is All the Beautiful Pieces by @lady-divine-writes. Once again, it’s a WIP, but I hope you won’t let that scare you off, because this story has everything to keep you spell-bound: a house with a dark past, voodoo magic, a protagonist with second sight, and a sweet love story between Kurt and Blaine, because of course they find each other and fall in love in spite of all the craziness surrounding them.
Excerpt:
Blaine slips a hand beneath the puppet’s shoulder and another behind his head, lifting him ever so gently and relocating him the final distance.
“Just a few more inches,” Blaine says in a soothing voice, “and we’ll wrap you up and put you in the box.” Blaine gazes at the puppet’s face, into his single good eye. He smiles wider as he lays the puppet on the blanket, but his hand beneath the puppet’s head starts to feel warm. It begins at a spot in the center of Blaine’s palm and radiates like a single ray of golden sunshine. It’s liquid heat, pouring into his veins, shooting out to his fingers, filling his body up like a cup of cocoa on a cold winter’s day.
His eyes are open, his mind awake, but the haze returns. It obscures his vision in a veil of white mist. It drifts in front of his eyes. He can only peek through in random spots where it thins, revealing shimmering images that disappear like the dreams you hold on to in those seconds right before you wake.
“Can you feel that?” Blaine hears his own voice whispering inside his head.
“I do,” another voice replies. It’s high and lilting, pure as silk and singing in his ears.
“What does it feel like?”
“It feels like…like summer all over my body…”
Blaine laughs, pressing his lips to cool skin. “And what else?”
A giggle answers him in that same musical voice. “It feels like…”
The voice gasps, and Blaine feels his body tighten.
“It feels like you,” the voice whimpers breathlessly. “Everything is you…all around me…it’s you…”
Blaine closes his eyes as the world collapses in on him. Behind his eyelids he can see another set of eyes gazing back at him – perfect blue eyes, patient blue eyes, loving blue eyes that shift to grey and glimmer like rare jewels. Quivering pink lips smile at him, part, and then whisper a single, blissfully choked-off word.
“Blaine…”
4. I much admire writers who can make their readers laugh their heads off. So the fourth fic I’m going to recommend is a very funny one. In this category, honourable mentions go to @skivvysupreme’s Drunk Kurt fics, Sexy101 by Sweet Emii, Seduction & Straight For A Week by @Crazy4Klaine and When you read my mind by @alexwishington. But the story I’m choosing to spotlight is called Teenage dreams and movie scenes, and it’s written by @saraklaine100. Both Kurt and Blaine are famous in this fic, and Kurt has a huge crush on Blaine, so his best friends corner Blaine until he agrees to meet Kurt. Cue a very embarrassed Kurt, and an instantly smitten Blaine. This story is amazing. Guaranteed to cheer you up however blue you’re feeling.
Excerpt:
Kurt was working on autopilot. He had no conscious decision to outstretch his hand or the time to process it. He just stared at those hazel eyes he found so fascinating one moment and the next he could feel Blaine's warm hand squeezing his own. He felt prickles all over his skin. Well, up until the moment James and Oliver clasped their hands and all but yelled "We now pronounce you Kurt Hummel and his teenage dream" and Kurt facepalmed at this, ripping his hand away from Blaine's hold.
"Get the fuck out" Kurt hissed at his friends and they knew better than to stay. They patted Blaine's shoulder like he's an old friend, still smiling and he could swear he heard Sean say "Condoms are under the sink" before they left.
Kurt was still craning his face in his hands. "Please just leave" he said. "Just...Look, I'm gonna keep my face covered and you can just run away and you can pretend this never happened. Send me the bill from therapy. "
5. And of course my fic rec list wouldn’t be complete without a smutty fic rec. It’s so difficult to narrow this down to just one fic. Some authors you should definitely check out in this category are @dualwielding, @stellata, icedwhitemochas, flyblckbirdfly and rayychel infinity, but the fic I’m going to recommend is by @caramelcoffeeaddict. It’s called Desperate Times… and it’s absolutely smut-a-licious, but definitely more than just PWP. It’s a wonderful story, and I promise you that you will love it.
Excerpt:
Devon takes a few steps back, so he’s now standing in front of Angel, and starts teasing the removal of his pants; all while dancing seductively to the music. His fingers twist in the waistband of his pants and then he yanks hard, pulling the breakaway pants off, and throwing them at the wall behind Angel. He’s left in just a tight red thong that leaves nothing to the imagination.
Once again, Devon straddles Angel, hovering just above his lap. He stretches his arms above his head, crossing them at the wrists, and rolls his hips down, teasing Angel. Devon turns himself around, bending at the waist, showing off his ass. He cranes his head around to see Angel licking and biting his lips as he stares at Devon’s ass. Devon smirks, and then smacks his own ass once, before righting himself and winking at Angel.
Turning around to face Angel, Devon starts to play with the straps of his thong, giving Angel tiny glimpses of his cock. He straddles him once again, gyrating to the music. “Would you like to touch me, Angel?” Devon asks in a low, sultry voice.
Angel visibly gulps, lets out a shaky breath, and slowly nods his head.
Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable). SPREAD POSITIVITY!
ahhh okay, I’m so bad at these things lol
1. I like my writing, 2. I don’t give up easily, 3. I can be pretty funny when I want to be, 4. I like my hands, 5. I’m good at learning languages
Hey! What’re your favorite fics where Blaine is crushing hard on Kurt? Maybe in high school? 💜
i’m a sucker for this trope. Here are ones that I enjoyed with one or both are in high school. - HKVoyage
Scholars and Gentlemen by Mary Flanner [PDF] [Epub]
What if Blaine fell for Kurt first?
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Story of My Life by @klaineanummel
Kurt reflects on the past twelve years of his life, coming to realize that one man in particular has affected him far more than he ever thought he would
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If That’s What You Want by @a-simple-rainbow
Kurt’s jaw drops in horror (or maybe it drops because at least his body knows he should be horrified at the mere suggestion of it) “You’re suggesting I…”“Seduce him. Make him fall in love with you. Break his heart on the eve of the game. Render him useless…?” Sebastian shrugs casually, “If that’s what you think it’ll take.”
Kurt Hummel has a shot at being Captain for the Slytherin Quidditch team if only he agrees to take Hufflepuff’s star Keeper out of the picture before the first big game. Of course, what he doesn’t know - and would if he’d only watch a film (*any* romantic film, really) - is that it’s probably the worst idea anyone has ever had for way too many reasons.And as luck would have it, Blaine Anderson has overcome many obstacles in his life, only to come out on top, but one he has never managed to get past…? His completely hopeless crush on Kurt Hummel.
Note: Part 1 of the If That’s What You Want series
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Underneath and Unexplored by icedwhitemochas
Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson have each spent 17 years assuming they were straight. But when Blaine transfers to McKinley High, they both start to wonder if they just hadn’t met the right person yet. What do you do when you develop a crush on your new best friend? (You kiss him, of course.)
Note: Available as a PDF/EPUB download here.
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I Will by witchcraftandclickery
Kurt, cheerleader with the jock boyfriend is failing English. Blaine, nerd with a crush is actually really good at English. Kurt is sent to Blaine for tutoring, where one thing leads to another. A few weeks later, Kurt learns he is pregnant. MPREG. GKM fill.
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It’s Not Babysitting by anxioussquirrel
AU, present time. Kurt Hummel is 28 and has been living in New York for ten years now. He has a good job, nice apartment and two best friends anyone could wish for: Sebastian, a snarky lawyer, and Cooper, a workaholic investment specialist. What he doesn’t have is luck in relationships. But then Blaine, Cooper’s 17-year-old brother comes to NY to spend the summer. He turns out to be gorgeous and quickly develops a huge crush on Kurt…
any specific fics in which their chemistry is off the charts? i find a lot of fics illustrate a really cheesy klaine relationship. symphony verse is an example of one that doesn't.
Since you liked the Symphony Verse, I am assuming you don’t mean just physical chemistry. This is quite a subjective list. - HKVoyage
When The Time Is Right by @fictionallylost
Kurt is 25, successful, handsome and sought after by all, but still looking for more, Bar Owner Blaine 10 years his senior is on the exact same journey of looking for love and life. A/U
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The Handcuffing of Kurt Hummel by K8Malloy
Most of the time, people were charmed by Deputy Sheriff Blaine Anderson, even while receiving a well-deserved traffic ticket. Of course, Kurt Hummel wasn’t ‘most people’. How long will it take before Kurt finds himself in handcuffs - with Deputy Anderson holding the key?
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Where There’s Smoke by stoney [also on LJ]
Fireman AU, set 7 years after graduation. Kurt is Kurt, except that he never met Blaine Anderson. Blaine grew up in Brooklyn with his mother and firefighter father. Rachel and Kurt have graduated NYADA, Kurt gained a Masters from Tisch, and now they’re in their first post-college apartment together ready to tackle their dreams. Unfortunately, Rachel never learned how to properly cook and almost sets their new house on fire. Enter Dreamy McFirepants.
Note: The fic is locked on AO3, meaning you need an AO3 account to access it.
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Is It Weird Verse by @a-simple-rainbow
Blaine sends his Topics in Contemporary Music mid-term essay to the wrong e-mail address, writing an extra m where it was supposed to read Humel. Kurt, spending a semester abroad in Paris, is having a challenging night of essay writing and procrastination, and goes a little bit beyond letting Blaine know he got the wrong person, sparking what will soon be described as a “weird pen-palish thing we got going on” that takes them both by surprise and leaves them hopeful and giddy.
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Breathe In Now by Star55
Love is like breathing. Sometimes it comes easier for others and sometimes it takes a moment to catch your breath but as long as you keep inhaling, things will be okay. Kurt Hummel never expected Blaine Anderson, a man twice his age, to catch his breath and subsequently be the one he fell in love with.
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Glowing in the Dark by @xxxraquelita
Sight is a funny thing. It’s taken for granted so much of the time, and people never realize how much they rely on it until it’s gone. At least, Blaine knew that was true for him.
Summary: The Hudmels decided to go to one of Europe’s sunniest countries on vacation… Kurt was sure it wouldn’t be worth it. He was so getting skin cancer. And it would be their fault. Nothing, nothing, would be worth two weeks of cancerous Sun. Or…?
Do you know if there is still a way to read "Playing with Fire" Author: a-simple-rainbow. I found an old post with the recommendation but the link is dead. It sounds like the most amazing story, I really want to read it and a google search didn't help.
I quickly found this on our blog by typing “Playing with Fire” on the search bar. - HKVoyage
Playing With Fire by a-simple-rainbow
Blaine’s father is running for President of the USA. Kurt is a newly transfered student at Dalton Academy. Kurt’s father is also running for President. Blaine’s choice of doing what he wants or what’s right for his father’s career has just gotten a tad more complicated. “It’s their race, not ours. This shouldn’t matter to us. I don’t want it to.”
