#klainevalentines2025

[esilher]

For the Klaine Valentines Challenge 2025 Day twelve: As Long As You're Mine by Wicked Cast

[wowbright]

Anderson’s Guide to the Birds of North America, Chapter 1: Lover Boy

Summary: Fourteen scenes from the lives of Blaine Anderson, grad student and avid birder, and Kurt Hummel, clothing designer and Vogue writer, from before their first meeting in the spring of 2020 through falling in love.

Note: Back during the COVID lockdowns I wrote a couple hundred words of Klaine lockdown meet-cute. I thought I would write more, but I guess I didn't feel like writing about the COVID lockdown during the COVID lockdown, so I never did and I never posted the tiny bit I had written. Thanks to Klaine Valentine’s Challenge 2025, I’m finally doing the thing! I'm trying to keep each chapter to around 500 words. Thanks @spaceorphan!

AO3

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Chapter 1: Lover Boy

Blaine was going to go insane.

He knew he should be grateful. He had it better than a lot of other people. He didn't have to worry about where his next paycheck was coming from, because he didn't get a paycheck, because he was an idiot who had, for some reason, decided his fascination with birds was enough to carry him through another five years of school at minimum after completing college. More to the point, he received monthly distributions from a trust fund his grandparents had set up for him in their wills, and though it didn't make him filthy rich, it gave him enough to live on without having to worry about finances.

But he never would have moved in with Cooper if he’d known they'd be locked up together for weeks (or would it be months?) on end. He loved his brother, but his brother was a lot. At least they had separate bedrooms, plus Cooper had the recording studio and was staying fairly busy with audiobook work. Unfortunately, Cooper did not keep all of his acting and voice exercises to the studio. Nor did he keep his opinions to himself, no matter how many times Blaine said, “I'm not changing what I'm making for dinner,” and “This is what I choose to wear and your opinion has no bearing on the matter,” and “I'm sorry you can't go to the gym, but no, you do not have my permission to use me as a dumbbell for bench presses.”

Blaine was spending increasing amounts of time shut in his bedroom with ear plugs and noise canceling headphones on, working on compiling and coding his field research notes and, when that became too tiresome, checking recently submitted species sightings on ebird.org for potential errors.

Today, he was listening to his Upbeat Sexy With a Twist of Romance playlist—the one he used to listen to while getting dressed for a night out on the town. Oh, what a different time that had been. Now instead of gelling his hair while crooning along to Freddie Mercury singing Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy, whatcha doin’ tonight?  while hoping to get laid or better yet find love, he was bobbing along to the song while entering numbers into a spreadsheet.

But that could be good, too. The rhythm of the music combined with the spreadsheet sent him into a near hypnotic trance that made him forget time and boredom and COVID. It was as close as Blaine got to heaven these days.

A sudden weight on his shoulder jarred him out of his trance.

His brother period of course. Just when Blaine’s mind had found some semblance of peace, Cooper had to disturb it.

He removed his headphones and one ear plug. “What is it, Coop?”

“New lockdown project: I’m going to turbocharge my manscaping routine. I need waxing tips.”

“You interrupted my work for that?”

Cooper waved at the computer screen dismissively. “You should be thanking me. That must be incredibly boring. What do all those numbers even mean?”

Blaine looked at his brother. He looked at the numbers. He looked at his brother again. “I mean this with all due respect, but I seriously want to kill you right now.” He closed his eyes. He took a breath. “I'm going for a walk.”

Blaine had already been for a walk that morning. It was the migratory season, so of course he had. He’d gone out with his binoculars as soon as the sun started twinkling over the horizon. He’d ticked off twenty-seven species, including his first American redstart of the season along with plenty of palm and yellow-rumped warblers, but apparently two hours of birding in the morning wasn't enough to keep him sane.

He jumped from his chair, pulled on a jacket, and grabbed his binoculars. “I'm going to walk until I no longer feel murderous. Love you!” The door slammed behind him.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Welcome to the 10th annual Klaine Valentine’s Challenge! We can't believe it's been 10 years. This will most likely be the last Valentine's Challenge we do. We really, really hope writers will come out of the woodwork and write for our fandom one more time. That would be lovely. Please please consider sharing the love with fandom, ten years after our show ended.

The library will post a song prompt, complete with lyrics and video (if available), at midnight EST starting on February 1 and every single day through February 14th.

The challenge is to inspire new Klaine fanfiction, Klaine fan art, Klaine gif sets, or Klaine fan videos. All with the theme of LOVE. 💗

You're welcome to do whatever your muse tells you. Either write a 14 chapter story (we'd prefer 14 chapter stories), or 14 separate one shots, or you can create art/gif sets/videos. However you interpret the song is up to you. Perhaps the title moves you, the lyrics, just one line in the lyrics - it’s totally up to you. The more words, the better!

Use the tags #Klaine Fanfiction, #Klaine Fan Art, #Klaine Fan Video depending on what you’re posting, and always include #KlaineValentines2025.

We created an AO3 Collection so all the works can be grouped together. If you're on AO3, add your story to the collection.

The library will reblog each entry every day, and upon completion, we will create a masterpost of all the entries.

Please message the library and let us know if you’re participating so we can keep a look out for your daily entry. If you're on Tumblr, don't forget to tag your entry #KlaineValentines2025. If you're not on Tumblr, please let us know you're participating via an ask so we'll watch your fanfiction site account for updates and we'll share your entries on Tumblr.

Please reblog and spread the word!

Thank you very much!

~The Library Team

[myheadcanonismymuse]

[annepi-blog]

Blaine Anderson - Dating Coach (1/14)

Hello and welcome to my fic for the Klaine Valentine's Challenge 2025!

I'm so excited to be participating again this year.

This story is dedicated to the wonderful @fallevs (check out her stories too, they are amazing!) because she made the incredible discovery that when you google Blaine Anderson, the third link you get is - no joke - a dating coach website. I thought this was so funny, and now was the perfect time to turn this into a fun Klaine rom-com for this challenge.

I hope you all enjoy the ride!

Let me know what you think - comments are always welcome!

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel

Characters: Kurt Hummel; Blaine Anderson; Finn Hudson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting; Dating Coach Blaine Anderson; Humor; Bickering; Idiots in Love

Summary:

Kurt had planned a quiet morning. What he didn't count on was Finn bursting in with an announcement that would disrupt his carefully curated peace: he's signed up with a dating coach. Kurt is immediately skeptical. Finn, bless his heart, isn't exactly the most critical person when it comes to these things. What if it's a scam? What if this so-called "coach" is just a smooth talker taking advantage of desperate romantics? There's only one way to find out. Determined to protect his brother (and, let's face it, satisfy his own curiosity), Kurt decides to take a closer look at this so-called expert.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[shame-is-a-wasted-emotion]

Chapter 3 of When You're in Love is here!!

Chapter 3: A Recharge Agreement (read on ao3)

Summary:

Kurt is not shut down yet. Blaine comes to his rescue. But with an agreement.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63479035/chapters/163686937

You can read chapter : 1 ,2 here!

A sincere thanks to @annepi-blog for guiding me through the visual features.

Written for the Klaine Valentine's Challenge 2025 by @klaineccfanficlibrary

Day 3 prompt: Texas Hold 'Em by Beyoncé

Ps.: MHE cast album is here y'all (I'm sorry USA but we are always ahead ). So excited ✨️

[gleefulpoppet]

Pathway to Passion

Journalists Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson are no strangers to a challenge, but when they're given a chance by their editor-in-chief, Isabelle Wright, to cover an elite couples retreat, they find themselves in an unexpected predicament—neither of them has a partner to bring. The solution? Attend together and play the part. It’s just an assignment, after all.

But as they navigate the retreat’s exercises—exploring trust, intimacy, and vulnerability—boundaries blur, and the line between fiction and reality fades. Was this all for the magazine scoop, or have they been writing their own love story all along?

You can read Chapter One on AO3 [here].

♥For the @klaineccfanficlibrary Valentine's Challenge (thanks for hosting it again this year!)

[thnxforknowingme]

Klaine Valentine's Challenge Day 3

Texas Hold 'Em

Notes: For this challenge I'm writing snippets in my Mediator!Klaine AU. More info here. This is early on in the story, when Blaine and Kurt are first meeting.

“Was this house an inn back in the old days,” Kurt asked, “where people got into shootouts over gambling losses? Did someone catch you with an ace up your sleeve, or start a brawl over the riches you’d mined during the Gold Rush?” He observed the ghost’s rather nice outfit. “Or maybe you were some type of railroad baron. I don’t see spurs on your boots, so I assume you weren’t a cowboy.”

The ghost rolled his eyes. For someone who was definitely not born in the modern age, he pulled off 21st-century snark very well.

“I was not a cowboy, no, although my father owned a ranch.” He gestured out the window. “This whole neighborhood used to be my family’s land. This room is approximately where my quarters were, before the old house burned down.”

Kurt sat down in front of his vanity. “Oof, did you burn to death? That’s a rough way to go.”

Kurt usually tried to be more gentle when first discussing the manner of a ghost’s demise, but he wasn’t at his most tactful. It had been a long day, okay?

The ghost fixed Kurt with an almost patronizing stare. “It burned down in 1965.”

“Got it,” Kurt said. “So what, a horse trampled you? Smallpox? You fell off of one of those scenic cliffsides and into the ocean?”

“You have quite a macabre imagination,” the ghost commented.

“Comes with the job,” Kurt said.

“And what exactly is your…job?” The ghost asked.

“I’m a mediator,” he said simply. “Bridge between the living and dead. When someone kicks the bucket and has unfinished business, they come to me to tie up loose ends so they can move on to whatever’s next. So, what are you hung up on, uh…”

“Blaine,” the ghost said. “My name is Blaine.”

“Kurt,” Kurt replied.