kurt and blaine meet for the first time when asked to film a video about kissing strangers
Kurt’s on his way home from school when he’s approached—nice looking young girl, frizzy brown hair swept up into a ponytail, all big smiles and excited gestures. She explains about a project for her sociology class, and he thinks, why not? He is woefully single, after all.
There are fewer people than he expected in the little studio he’d been invited to, but hey, this kind of thing isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. He signs himself in with the same frizzy-haired girl he’d met on the street, and moves a little awkwardly over to the wall, ready to wait for the project to begin.
After a short while, they’re invited to gather in a semi-circle to be debriefed. Kurt positions himself carefully between a couple of hipster-ish girls, and glances around the circle. There are a few cute guys, but none that really catch his eye.
The woman debriefing them opens her mouth to speak when there’s a loud knock on the door and someone bursts in, breathing heavily. “I’m so sorry I’m late, I almost forgot—“
Kurt turns round to survey the newcomer, and immediately feels his face flush, because—well, if he didn’t have a desired kissing partner beforehand, he certainly does now.
"Do you think it’s possible to get, oh, addicted to kissing?” Kurt asks breathlessly, trading quick, eager kisses with Blaine. It’s possible they sort of, well, pounced each other as soon as they got to Blaine’s room, lips pressing together slow at first but then bolder, heat swooping in Kurt’s stomach at each hard kiss.
"Absolutely," Blaine says, fingertips brushing through Kurt’s hair where he’s cupping Kurt’s face, his gaze dropping down to stare at Kurt’s lips as he talks. "Wait, sorry, what did you say?"
Kurt grins. “You weren’t listening, huh?”
Blaine’s smile is equal parts shy and giddy when he asks, “Can you blame me?” and leans back in. Kurt’s eyes flutter shut, lips pressing back with Blaine’s fervent kisses.
The first time he does it, it’s not about Finn. It’s just something Dani brings over the second time she hangs out at the loft, and it’s a new life in New York for Kurt, he’s a college student, he’s a working man, he’s young and he has a right to experiment. It’s practically a hallmark of starting adulthood. Try some pot. And it’s pretty amazing.
Summary: Kurt Hummel is widely regarded as one of the best dragon riders of his order. He’s efficient, clever and responsible—so it’s natural for him to be named tutor to the newest rider to join the order, Blaine Anderson. However, with trouble starting to brew in the North and a worrying amount of very distracting feelings about his young student, Kurt finds he has a lot more on his plate than he anticipated.
Warnings: Mild action/violence, kidnapping, mentions of past Kurt/Sebastian
A/N: I want to say a HUGE thank you to my wonderful beta, undefinedkosmos, without whom this fic would be and awful mess and probably wouldn’t have been submitted on time. Also, check out that amazing art! Go shower Nina in love for it. And a shout-out to Beth chriscolfuck for cheerleading and keeping up my morale!
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Artist: magicalplaylist (isn’t the art absolutely amazing?)
Beta: mypatronusisklaine (who made this make so much more sense)
Word Count: 16376
Warnings: violence, murder, angst, infidelity
The mist of the night pressed in at the windows, long wispy claws of grey sneaking against the glass, and Kurt shivered in the silent, empty house, pulling the sleeves of his sweater down his arms as he waited by the microwave for his popcorn, watching the bowl spinning around beneath the small light. His phone buzzed loudly on the countertop, and Kurt picked it up to read the text from his father: How’s it going there? Did Finn actually keep his promise to stay in?
Smiling slightly, Kurt lifted his popcorn out of the microwave and shook sugar over it as he texted back: No, there’s a games night going on at Mike’s and he left about an hour ago. He’s coming back in the morning. I made him promise not to go to Rachel’s.
Before Burt could text back, Kurt’s phone flashed up the warning that it needed to be charged, and Kurt gave a heavy sigh as he plugged it into the charger. Lifting up his popcorn and switching off the kitchen light to save energy, he went to turn on the television and flopped onto the couch, crossing one leg over the other and flipping through the channels, looking for something half-decent to watch.
A sudden gust of wind rattled the windows, making Kurt start and knock the popcorn all over the floor. Rolling his eyes at himself, he bent down to start cleaning up, turning the bowl over and throwing the wasted food into it. A crack sounded through the house, the sound of the door opening, and Kurt froze. “Finn?” he called softly. “Finn? Is that you?”
Just a little thing that wouldn’t leave my head. Let’s see… futurefic, domesticity kink. Brief references to boys doing dirty things to each other. That’s about it. ~1300 words, enjoy ♥
He tries to be so quiet, but Blaine always knows.
“Kurt?” Every time, his name comes out slurred by sleep, soft, hopeful, adorable. “Hey, babe.” That’s usually more muffled, because Blaine has dropped his head back into the pillow, but Kurt can still make it out.
“It’s me.” He says it from the kitchen most nights, but sometimes he goes straight to their bedroom door so Blaine can hear it better, unencumbered by walls, then goes back to set down his things and peel off his coat and scarf.
luckyjak prompted: Klaine, pretending to be dating before actually dating. :)
It all starts innocently enough.
They become friends freshman year when they meet in Dance 101 and bond over the fact that they keep messing up the same moves again and again.
A year later they’re both better dancers and closer friends, so Blaine is not all surprised at first by Kurt’s question when they hang out in the quad after voice class.
Summary: It’s not just a gay thing… Chris genuinely likes it. Adores it. Wants to feel it against all parts of his body. What is it? It’s Will’s beard.
Follows up immediately after this
Chris traces Will’s freshly shaven skin with his finger and murmurs, “Have you ever had a beard?”
“Um - no. I don’t think beard goes with my inner child,” replies Will, angling his face towards Chris’ hand. “But I appreciate the attention my facial hair has gotten me.”
Chris presses a soft kiss under Will’s chin and pulls away, studying him. “Would you consider growing a beard?”
“I dunno. Would you?” quips Will.
because otters hold hands when they’re asleep to keep from drifting away from each other *u*
(this is yesim’s fault. she told me to)
Blaine wakes to the sound of his and Kurt’s curtain sliding open, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps and a bag being dropped on the floor. He opens his eyes blearily and sits up, leaning against his pillows for support, and Kurt turns, flashes him a sheepish, tired smile.
'Sorry,' Kurt whispers, tugging off his diner shirt and pulling on his t-shirt, then giving the same treatment to his pants. He then stumbles the remaining distance to their bed and all but collapses, cheek pressed against the cool sheets on his side.
'Come on, sweetie,' Blaine murmurs, running his hand through Kurt's hair and gently coaxing him up to lie his head against the pillows instead. It takes a minute or so, mostly because Kurt's obviously bone-dead tired, but when he's finally lying opposite Blaine, head against pillow, he smiles.
'Hold my hand?' he asks tiredly, eyes already on the verge of closing. His hand blindly searches for Blaine's, which Blaine gladly gives. Still, he gives him a puzzled look and cocks his head to the side slightly.
'Why?' he asks, lying back down and facing Kurt, their hands clasped between them. He rubs his thumb over Kurt's knuckles, heart swelling at the sight of Kurt's tired smile returning.
'Otters do it,' Kurt murmurs, turning his head slightly so he's more muttering into the pillow than he is in Blaine's direction. 'To stay together when they're asleep.'
His eyes are mostly closed now, so Blaine hums and smiles, watches Kurt fall asleep and his breathing even out and his face become peaceful. He soon follows.
(When he wakes up the next morning, Kurt’s still asleep, and their hands are still clasped between them, and Blaine carefully lifts them to press a kiss to the back of Kurt’s hand with a soft smile.)
Summary: Kurt kisses Blaine one morning and the habit sticks. 1276 words.
Notes: As promised, some fic for generous donations to The Box Scene Project. This was written with Jas’ prompt of morning klaine smooches and a teeny bit of Gigi’s prompt of early dalton!klaine sneaking kisses (I’ll write more for that later).
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also I cried writing this bye
Blaine is meeting his soulmate today.
It should be the most amazing and breathtaking moment of his life.
But his soulmate is a man, and homosexuality isn’t allowed in their society.
Blaine is sitting in the food court of Lima, Ohio and today he is supposed to meet his soulmate. That’s what his timer is saying. He hopes for a girl who will not make fun of his addiction for Katy Perry, a girl who will understand him and with whom he will be able to share lots of his passions. He didn’t tell anyone about meeting his soulmate today. For Blaine meeting his soulmate is something personal and he wants to keep it for himself, to allow his soulmate and himself to cherish the moment together.
0000d 00h 07m 48s
He isn’t jumping around like he thought he would, he isn’t checking his timer every few seconds, he is just waiting to lock eyes with her and to know her.
0000d 00h 04m 26s
Blaine knows that there is only a handful of seconds left before he can see her, smile at her, hold her in his arms.
0000d 00h 01m 53s
5x10 reaction fic- because I really wanted to see that curry night.
A week after Santana and Rachel finally make up, Pamela Lansbury gets one final night together before Dani moves out of the city.
They decide against booking a gig, and go with the suggestion Elliott had made a few weeks beforehand.
Dani sits on the couch in the loft with Santana, the two amicably parting ways for good in the morning, and tries to teach her guitar. Santana messes up the chords and gets frustrated, and Dani tugs Santana to sit in front of her so that she can reach around Santana’s arms and help her.
Elliott is in the kitchen with Kurt, slicing eggplant and flicking bits of onion skin at his friend while Kurt juggles three big pots of curry- vegan for Rachel, extra spicy for Santana and Elliott, and a regular pot for himself and Dani. They sing along to the songs on the radio when they know the words, and when they don’t they challenge Santana and Dani to see who can come up with the most ridiculous lyrics that fit the tune.
Rachel wanders around the loft taking photos, alternating between the digital camera her dads bought her a year ago, and the Polaroid camera Blaine had given her for her birthday. The photos taken on the digital camera get uploaded to facebook halfway through the night, and they all have a good laugh when they see the comments their friends write.
There’s one photo that they particularly like, taken using the webcam on Kurt’s laptop of them all craning forward and pulling faces.
Ten years later, when the group is reunited on a talk show discussing their success as individuals, that’s the photo that gets blown up and kept behind them on a screen the entire time.
The fact they’re all covered in curry after the extra spicy pot had boiled over and essentially covered the kitchen in brown goop (Kurt and Elliott having been sufficiently distracted during a “who can pull off the dorkiest dance move and still look hot” contest with the girls) is just a bonus.
frat boy!blaine idk
Kurt walks into the fraternity house, blinking his eyes against the light and feeling the music pound in his chest loudly.
Beside him, Rachel looks around, raising her eyebrow.
"Do we really have to be here?" she asks.
"You know we do," says Kurt.
Suddenly, a voice carries over the crowd.
juscallmelee prompted: I can’t remember if you wrote this before but could you please write something with the height and size difference between kurt and blaine when they are doing the dirty?
“You really get off on this, don’t you?” Blaine gasps, breathy, as Kurt grabs his thigh and hoists it up high around his waist.
Kurt kisses up Blaine’s neck, closing his eyes and dragging his tongue and tasting salt and soap. He grips tighter to Blaine’s denim-clad thigh, digs his nails in and feels the way the muscles tighten as Blaine pushes him closer. “What, you?”
Blaine chuckles, but it’s barely there, lost in a moan as his hands grip and hold at Kurt’s shoulders. He arches, head pushing against the door to the loft, and bites out, “No—uhn. Well, I hope so, but I meant—ah. Being able to hold me against the door like this.”
Klaine future!ficlet where Kurt and Blaine live together. Feat. Nightbird. PG, ~900 words.
Kurt: Lucy is late. Again. Be home as soon as I can!
Kurt frowned at his phone. Blaine wasn’t one to answer his texts with one word, let alone one letter. He thought back to that morning, trying to remember if Blaine seemed off, but he came up with nothing. They’d woken up, showered, had breakfast, and Blaine was smiling as Kurt walked out the door. He glanced around the diner to make sure his tables were content – technically, cell phone use while on the floor was prohibited, but his coworkers didn’t mind unless someone was shirking their duties – and typed out another text.
Kurt: You okay?
Blaine: fine. C u later.
Kurt: Ok. I love you.
Blaine: u 2