#blainekurt

[finnhelps]

Chris Colfer and Darren Criss

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Evening.

by me.

For the klaineadvent. Hold me.

Warnings: Lots of talk of blood. Blaine's bashing. Kurt's bashing.

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Prompt: evening.

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The red streaks in the evening sky had stung Blaine's eyes.

Everything had been red. The ground next to him had been seeped with red, the sky had bled red, and drops of red had fallen from his hand when he had tried to cover the fire of the sun.

One, two red droplets had hit his face, slipped onto an eyelid. He'd closed his eyes and they'd burned red. Blinked. Saw red as they had ran.

Searched for his friend, sought him out, but there had been nothing. Scarlet had covered hands and legs, he hadn't seen him. Not his friend. Red wasn't his friend, but it had been all that was left.

He opened his eyes now, and saw blue. Blue of the clear morning sky, sparkling like stream of a waterfall. Blue that winked out of sight but returned, blue of two pained eyes that watched him with care. No red. Blinked. Saw blue again.

Blaine looked at Kurt, covered in bruises and cuts and saw the blue of the morning sky. Kurt blinked.

The evening could wait.

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Dessert.

by me.

For the klaineadvent. I heard dessert and wrote ~100 words of indulgent wedding cake tasting.

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Prompt: dessert.

Read it on ao3 or FFn.

"What number are we on now?" Blaine asked, wiping his mouth on a napkin.

"Umm." Kurt looked around them at the scattered plates of sample wedding cakes they'd tried. "Just today or?" Blaine looked down and patted his small but rounded belly, almost tempted to unbutton his pants for a modicum of relief. Kurt chuckled at his distressed face and took pity. "It's okay, Blaine. We're done with the tastings for the day."

"Oh thank goodness," Blaine sighed. He didn't think he could eat another bite.

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Balance.

by me.

This is my second drabble written for the klaineadvent.

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Prompt: balance.

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Somehow, Kurt and Blaine's holiday had turned into a balancing game between their two families who both wanted them to come home and spend the evening with them.

They'd spent the last Thanksgiving with Blaine's family and the Christmas with Burt and Carole. This year, they were only returning for the Christmas holidays, and they hadn't wanted to sacrifice seeing one family for the other on the actual day, leading them to decide to try and squeeze in enough time for both.

Blaine was regretting ever making that compromise.

"Get up, sleepy head," Kurt called as he walked quickly into the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on his outfit for the plane ride. Blaine turned over in their bed, blankets a mess and tangled around his legs, curls tangled and fluffed against the pillow. His eyes peered over the pillow at the blinking, red light of the bedside alarm clock, which read 5:30. Groaning, he pulled the pillow out from under him and shoved it over his head, humming.

Not two minutes later, Kurt pulled the pillow gently away from his head and kissed his nose. Unable to stop getting ready because of the time, Kurt tugged a tie over his neck and quickly knotted it into place, patting Blaine's cheek affectionately. "Time to wake up."

Blaine grumbled sleepily, stretching and dragging himself out of bed. It was 5:30, and Kurt had probably been awake since at least 4:45. They had a plane to catch at 6:15, and Blaine was suddenly glad they had forced themselves to pack yesterday.

They were at Burt's once they arrived until 2:00 pm and then at his parents until the early morning when they'd return to Burt's for the remainder of their week off.

Blaine watched Kurt in the mirror as he pulled checkered vest over his white long-sleeved button-up. Kurt grinned at him and nodded his head toward the shower. Blaine hopped in for what was probably going to be the fastest shower of his life and knew their tenuous, sleep-deprived balance of time that holiday would be well worth all the other smiling faces they'd see that day.

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Ache.

by me.

This was written for the klaineadvent, somewhat last minute.

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Prompt: ache.

Or read it on ao3 or FFn.

He aches, like the pangs of an emptied stomach.

Threading his fingers through his sweat-loosened curls, Blaine sighs. He tugs his shirt until it doesn't wrinkle and smooths his hands down his pants.

He's outside of Eli's, leaning against his front door. He can't move, can't make himself take the steps towards his car and just drive home.

He feels dirty, used, and alone. It wasn't Eli's fault. Blaine knows he shouldn't have come. He knew before it started and was certain when it was done, a sinking feeling tightening his stomach until he wasn't sure if he'd throw up or suffocate.

Blaine gasps and wipes his sweaty hands on his pants. They wrinkle slightly, and Blaine can't make himself care as he settles back against the door with a large inhale. Swiping the back of his hand across his forehead, curls popping free over his eyebrows, he sighs, considers the distance to his car.

Eli might come check on him, and that's the thought that finally pushes Blaine into action. He drives away, but not away from his problems. He drives away, but towards Kurt, towards his future, even with as hard as he made the road in front of him.

His hands tight on the wheel, he knows what he wants. He aches with the need to know that he'll still be wanted in return.

[artist-huyartist]

Beyonce  - No Angel - Mine

[marycolfercriss]

okay. calm down. this is just a stupid joke. no, seriously, it's sooooo stupid lol klaine forever our boys are perfect. and I believe in KLEDDING!

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I am still up for writing prompts, send more my way!

I will answer any prompt from the fandom pairings tagged.