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in a cupboard,
under some stairs



Vampire!Klaine high school AU where being a vampire is considered to be super bad and hunting vampires is the norm and there’s a vampire hunting club at school and Kurt joins because his friends join and like whatever right and Blaine is a transfer student who is secretly a vampire who wants to hide at McKinely because he was outed as a vampire at his last school and that’s why he had to transfer and so he joins the club too thinking he’s going to hide in plain sight but then he and Kurt start dating and making out and OOPS FANGS OH GOD SORRY and he’s this dapper polite little grandpa clothes wearing teenage vampire dreamboat and then lots of early!Klaine style vampire sexings/bitings please please please someone help.

It would be so cute with Blaine always trying to pretend like he’s eating/drinking human food especially when Kurt makes it for him, and Kurt innocently always with the long pale neck exposure and scarves and we all know how much Kurt likes his neck kissed but he has no idea and Blaine is trying so hard to be “normal” and not let Kurt see but it’s too much and then maybe Kurt cuts himself shaving and there’s a little cut on his throat and Blaine is like why why why oh god no and awkwardness and oooh.


“This okay?” Blaine asks softly as he secures the ties around Kurt’s wrists. Kurt tugs on them, then nods. 


“Good,” Blaine says, giving him a wide smile and a quick kiss. He gets off the bed and pulls off his clothes, smirking at his fiancé as he drags his underwear down over his ass and his hard cock. “Spread,” he says, nudging one of Kurt’s legs. When Kurt does, Blaine gets on the bed and kneels between his legs. 

“What do you want? You want me to fuck you?” Blaine grabs his cock and starts jerking it in slow, lazy movements. 

Kurt shifts as good as he can with the restraints, tries to put his asshole more on display. “Please,” he says, looking pleadingly at Blaine. Kurt’s cock is laying hard against his stomach, he’s been half-hard since Blaine won their bet and whispered in Kurt’s ear that he wanted to tie him up. Blaine hasn’t touched him yet, and he definitely hasn’t been allowed to touch himself, so he’s kind of desperate.

Blaine just smirks at him and quickens the pace of his jerks a little. “Too bad,” he says, and can’t help but feel a bit victorious when Kurt’s eyes widen. “I won,” Blaine continues. “I decide. And I just want to watch you.”

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klaineers prompted: prompting kurt and blaine having a fight in front of their kids and afterwards blaine feels really awful and like a bad dad because his parents used to fight in front of him all the time bye

Blaine can tell before Kurt’s even fully through the door that he’s had a bad day: it’s in the set of his jaw, the hard flatness to his eyes, the slightly stooped way that he carries himself, not like the normal Kurt Hummel who is as tall as a mountain and nearly as strong, as he drops his keys in the bowl by the door.

“Hey, sweetie,” Blaine calls from the kitchen, craning his neck as he puts the last finishing touches on the casserole he’s making. Their six-year-old daughter Dahlia and their seven-year-old son Tanner are at the breakfast bar busying themselves with setting the places for dinner. They’re doing it all wrong, horribly wrong, but Blaine had given up correcting them ten minutes ago; at least this way when they think that they’re helping it keeps them out of Blaine’s hair.

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Anonymous prompted: Klaine in a partner yoga class and the class getting distracted because Kurt and Blaine are really attractive and all the moves look very sexual. (I changed the prompt just a little)

It’s somewhere between transitioning from cobra to downward facing dog that Kurt realizes the couple’s yoga class has taken an unexpected turn. Blaine is behind him, helping Kurt keep his hips steady while he stretches with palms flat and legs straight, bent over and facing the mat.

He breathes in, out, in- And then Blaine presses his hips to Kurt’s ass where it’s sticking up in the air, just briefly, just long enough for Kurt to feel the soft pulse of interest there. Kurt turns his head awkwardly, red faced and seeing stars from being upside down, looks at Blaine from beneath his arm.

Blaine smirks, lifts his eyebrows, and does it again. Kurt huffs, and the instructor calls out for sun salutation, so they start the synchronized movements, Blaine behind him, with long, deep breaths tickling over Kurt’s bare shoulders. When Kurt chances a glance at him, he’s still smirking. Kurt purses his lips and arches an eyebrow to say without saying, It’s like that is it?

The smug look he gets in response is, yes. Yes it is.

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Anonymous prompted: klaine trying to join sam’s celibacy club (and lasting like, two days)

"So you’re saying that in order to support the person who always ends up sex-blocking us anyway—"

"It’s called cockblocking, but continue," Blaine says quickly, letting out a surprised huff of breath when Kurt squeezes his ass for interrupting.

"—we should join his little abstinence club and give up sex altogether," Kurt finishes, deadpan.

"It’s only temporary, and I think it could really help with our- our self-control and, oh, Kurt, what are you—”

Kurt pulls back from pressing quick kisses over Blaine’s throat to say, “If we’re really doing this, then this is our last night of intimacy for a while, isn’t it?”

Blaine swallows, nodding. He expected more protesting, but then again, he’s not about to complain.

"Then you better rock my world, buddy,” Kurt growls, and Blaine just beams, letting Kurt roll them over so he can do just that.

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"On With the Show" - Kurt/Elliott/Blaine 


So I did the thing.  Historical-ish AU wherein Kurt and Elliott are married and traveling performers.  They recruit Blaine to become their apprentice, and poly romance/sex ensues. (20Kish)

It got sappy.  You know, after the smut.  Huh.

The first time that Blaine meets Kurt and Elliott, he’s ten years old and they are fifteen and eighteen respectively.

They come through his village as members of a band of entertainers who ply their trade to those who have the leisure time to enjoy it for a modest fee. Blaine’s parents don’t quite approve of their free ways, and make a point of criticizing their outlandishly styled hair, clothes, and painted faces, especially Elliott, who has multiple piercings and tattoos.

Despite this, most of the village turns up to see them, and Blaine…

Blaine thinks that they are the most interesting group of people that he has ever seen.

As the son of a baker, his life isn’t very exciting. He rises early, works until his knuckles swell and his body aches, and goes to bed late. His days are structured by baking schedules and customers and deliveries, not allowing for much variety or for him to think about what he would prefer to be doing with his life. Being allowed an hour at the end of the work day for two days in a row to go and watch the troupe perform is like being transported to another world, where fun can have nothing to do with duty, and where Blaine can watch with wide eyes as the men and women of the troupe dance and sing and juggle and swallow fire and tell stories and recite poems as if nothing else in the world is more important.

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Dazzling And Tremendous - part eight - 


Two summers ago I wrote Mad Naked Summer  or, the summer of sexual experimentation. An anon asked if I might revisit the story, so I thought I’d try. Picks up around the time that canon leaves off, in NYC in the summertime. 

This is less of a multi-chapter fic and more of a verse, so not really a plot to keep up with, just the boys going through items on a sexy summer bucket list.

Part One / Part Two  / Part Three  / Part Four  / Part Five / 

Part Six / Part Seven

It’s been raining on and off all day, alternating from air heavy with humidity to the patter and hush of showers, then a refreshing break from the heat before the cycle starts up all over again. The latest rainfall is tapering off, dripping from the corners of rooftops and awnings, people outside shaking off their umbrellas and dashing across puddles. Blaine sits at the table with a heavy textbook and a blue highlighter, his notebook open to a blank sheet of paper, a cool breeze lifting the corners of the page he’s reading every so often.

It’s darker now than it usually is in the early evening; heavy clouds still slowly breaking apart and drifting away to reveal the indigo blue of the the sky, so Blaine has the overhead light on in the kitchen, and Kurt has the lights on in their room where a rustle or a clunk or a hum sounds out as Kurt gets ready and Blaine works in silence.

Blaine scribbles out an outline, double checks his notes, and then Kurt emerges. He looks gorgeous, and smells amazing, and Blaine has never hated History of Theater 102 as much as he does right now.

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60 Days Klaine Hiatus Challenge Day 5: Favorite Klaine Fanfiction 

The Symphony Verse by shandyall


Blaine has spent most of his life feeling like the only thing people notice about him is that he stutters. He’s working hard to overcome his (mostly self created) roadblocks when he meets Kurt in an online class the summer after his freshman year of college.


After months of online flirtation, Kurt and Blaine have finally managed to get together in “real life.” But will Blaine’s lingering insecurities and Kurt’s plans to study abroad jeopardize their relationship before it even has a chance to begin?


Kurt and Blaine’s semester apart began with Kurt getting on a plane and ends with “Poophead missed you.” Now find out what happens in between. This is the story of the sadness, the shenanigans, the jubilation, the tears, the flash drive, the gambling, the croissants, the sit-ups, the emails, the drinking and the Matt-ness of it all.


The highs and lows of the boys, and their myriad of friends, during the two years they all grow up. Some grow apart, others grow together, and everyone grows to love D.Marshall.

Circle of Fifths

Five glimpses into Blaine Anderson’s life, plus the first glimpse ever.


Life doesn’t get much better than when you get to spend it with your favorite fella. Follow the boys as they navigate from young love to newlyweds to fatherhood and beyond.

FIC: Now’s Your Chance (13/14) 


Media: Fic
Verse: Chance Verse
Title: Now’s Your Chance
Author: slayerkitty
Characters/Pairings: Klaine, Background Finchel, Cooper Anderson, The Anderson Family, Various Misc Canon Characters Through Season 5 (including Chandler, Adam, Sebastian and Elliott).
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Meta (Lots of it), Inaccuracies with regards to film/television industry, Inaccuracies with living in New York, Infidelity (not Kurt or Blaine)
Rating: NC-17 (Overall)
Spoilers: 5.20
Word Count: This Chapter: 2,322/Total: 37,278(so far)
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters are not mine. I’m just playing with them. The songs are not mine either.
Summary: The perfect dream. The perfect life. Or what happens when Kurt and Blaine realize that everyday life continues once your dreams come true.

Author’s Note: So this is the third story in the “Chance” series. You’ll need to have read An Accidental Chance and Chances Are for this one to make any sense. For a long time, I said that I was done with this verse. I had burned myself out and wasn’t sure I wanted to come back to it, no matter how much I love it. Finally, after much discussion with my betas and an itch to write something, I decided that was going to come back here, to finish out Kurt and Blaine’s story in this verse. I mean, Cooper Anderson didn’t even exist when I started writing these!! :D

There’s a lot(I mean A LOT)of meta here. Fandom tropes, in jokes, and real life cast member events may be twisted to suit my purposes for this fic (except for what happened with Cory. That will not happen in any way in this verse and Finn is very much alive, if in the background, for those that need that warning). As a whole, it’s largely an AU of season four. Warnings and ratings may vary by chapter.

If you want progress updates, or want to leave me a prompt for this verse, my tumblr is here. I am tentatively accepting prompts again, so hit me up!

So many, many thanks to beautifulhigh, star55 and unproductivepeanut for being my betas on this, including beautifulhigh betaing right in my living room while she was on vacation. You gals are the best. <3

Blaine was rudely awakened by the repeated buzzing of his phone. After the third time, he jerked upward to answer it, nearly head-butting Kurt in the chin. Kurt’s arms tightened around him and Blaine relaxed, lying his head back down on Kurt’s chest. He was just drifting back off when it rang again. Blaine sat up then, Kurt jerking awake when Blaine moved.

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Fic: The Sky Could Be Blue (NC-17) 



Artist: magicalplaylist

Author: judearaya

Rating (art/fic if different): G/NC-17

Word Count: 17,000

Warnings: social discrimination, segregated society, references to mild depression, mentions of poverty

Fic Summary: Relationships with the Winged are as close to illegal as can be, but when Kurt Hummel hires Blaine Anderson to walk in his runway show, neither can deny their instant chemistry. Soon what started as furtive motel trysts becomes more complicated as their feelings deepen, threatening Kurt’s rising career. In an effort to hold on to what they have, Kurt offers Blaine an interlude: a trip somewhere in the world where they can be together without fear, even if only for a few weeks.

Notes: I am so indebted to the incredibly talented Magicalplaylist for this art. If you had bet me a million dollars a year ago (well maybe a thousand), I would have claimed I’d never write a wingfic! It’s amazing what stunning art can move you to do! As it turned out, we both seem to have a love for Coldplay; this art, which was inspired by Death and All His Friends, which in turn inspired a lot of this fic. And, titled it (listen to the whole album, but if you’re curious about the title, it’s from Strawberry Swing).

This fic had the support of some wonderful people: my lovely beta, gingerandfair, who gets top praise for putting up with me, as well as wordplaying for helping me navigate London, knittywriter for helping me figure out Paris, and lurkdusoleil for last second hand holding and for schooling me on m dashes.

Link to Art: to come!

Link to Fic: on AO3 OR under the cut! 

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Just Tipsy 


Blaine is playing a video game and really into it. Meanwhile Kurt really wants Blaine to be into him, with his tongue preferably. 

NC-17, rimming, mentions of roleplay and spanking, also there’s a really tiny dose of alcohol involved

Huge thanks to my amazing beta reader Kris, who was an enormous help ♥

On AO3

Blaine’s fingers are starting to hurt from pressing the different buttons of his game controller, a numb pain spreading on the right side of his head from staring fixedly at the television screen for the past hour. But he’s so close to conquering this seemingly impossible-to-beat level, so he persists.


Blaine is startled to hear Kurt’s voice so near him. Sucking in a deep breath, he grips the controller tighter. “Hm?” His voice is distant, his gaze not leaving the screen for one second.

He fully expects Kurt to get mad at him any second, to stomp out of the room or to rip the controller out of his grip only to smack it lightly against his head.

But Kurt just lets out a playful giggle. “Aww, come on. You’re missing out on so much, you know that, right?”

That’s when Blaine’s head makes a quick turn.

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Two Seconds, No Tongue, I Want My Porsche (PG-13) 


Pairing: Chris/Will

Summary: Chris is never running lines with Will again.

"Two seconds, no tongue, I want my Porsche."

"I want a Porsche, too," deadpans Chris and gets hit with a screenplay. He jumps off the chair, laughing, and accidentally steps on Brian’s tail. It swishes against his leg and the cat darts away with one last glare, warning Chris that something evil will happen to him tonight.

He flops back on the chair and glares at Will. “Look what you did.”

Will raises his arms in defense and smiles, “I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight though.”

Chris gives him his best unimpressed look.

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FIC: Like A Fiery Beacon; Kurt/Blaine (NC-17) 


Kurt/Blaine, NC-17 (~2k words)

Summary: Kurt and Blaine try 69ing. Written for the anon who prompted it based off of the top right corner of this lovely piece of fanart. Featuring oral and rimming. 

Mid-frottage, with Kurt’s lube-wet cock sliding rhythmically against his hip, it had seemed like a great idea. 

“We should try sixty-nining,” Blaine had blurted out, dropping his head back to watch Kurt’s eyes snap open, dark in the dimness of the room and looking lust-hazy.

Kurt had been quiet for a few moments, still thrusting.

“I don’t think that’s a thing people even do,” he’d finally said, mouth twisting skeptically even as the drag of his cock against Blaine’s skin grew faster and more frantic. 

“It is,” Blaine assured him, rocking his own hips up with a punctuating grunt. He saw it happen in porn all the time, after all. “It’s a thing.”

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"The Anderson Rose" - Kurt/Blaine (24/24) 


(See the masterpost for the full summary/notes/overall warnings.)

Blaine Anderson is heir to the ruling seat of Westerville and, from birth, has been destined for an arranged marriage—he must father an heir in order to ensure the line of succession. When it becomes clear to his parents that his affections lie with his own sex, they make it their mission to find him a suitable—and potentially happy—match with a carrier who can return his interest.

Kurt Hummel is the son of Burt Hummel, Westerville’s most well-known engineer. Though he has grown up far from the Andersons’ manor in a small village to the north, his family has worked with the Andersons for generations, providing them with transportation vehicles, engines, machines, research, and repair work of all kinds. After the tragedy of losing his wife, Burt takes it upon himself to explain to Kurt that, since his birth, he has been sought after by the Andersons as a potential future husband for their son, because he is a carrier.

Kurt and Blaine take four months of parental leave.

They are a glorious four months, as well as the most trying of their lives, as they learn how to forgive themselves for mistakes, be patient with each other, and adjust their lives around the whims of a very small, very demanding dictator who is absolutely right in demanding every scrap of their attention and love. It’s humbling as well as exhilarating.

From the beginning, Blaine is a slave to Parker’s every breath. All it takes is for Parker to grip one of Blaine’s fingers with his whole tiny hand, or to stare up at Blaine, his mouth open and burbling with spit bubbles, in complete awe of his daddy’s face, and Blaine feels a love so keen that it’s akin to pain.

The nursery sees more use as Parker grows easier to set down for bed in a normal crib. At any point during the day either Kurt or Blaine can be found sneaking in there, interrupting the cousin that has volunteered for baby sitting duty to sweep up Parker for a kiss and a cuddle and maybe feeding time. They haven’t decided on permanent baby care yet, and Blaine knows that deep down they are both hoping to be around enough so that it won’t be necessary.

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"The Anderson Rose" - Kurt/Blaine (23/24) 


(See the masterpost for the full summary/notes/overall warnings.)

Warnings: some mentions of blood and related talk of surgery.

Blaine Anderson is heir to the ruling seat of Westerville and, from birth, has been destined for an arranged marriage—he must father an heir in order to ensure the line of succession. When it becomes clear to his parents that his affections lie with his own sex, they make it their mission to find him a suitable—and potentially happy—match with a carrier who can return his interest.

Kurt Hummel is the son of Burt Hummel, Westerville’s most well-known engineer. Though he has grown up far from the Andersons’ manor in a small village to the north, his family has worked with the Andersons for generations, providing them with transportation vehicles, engines, machines, research, and repair work of all kinds. After the tragedy of losing his wife, Burt takes it upon himself to explain to Kurt that, since his birth, he has been sought after by the Andersons as a potential future husband for their son, because he is a carrier.

At dawn, an assistant brings Blaine and Burt tea and buttered bread. They go out into the hall to eat it, and then wash up and return to the surgery bay.

The young woman tells them that their family is sleeping on cots in the hospital, will be there if they need anything, and don’t intend to leave until Blaine asks them to. Trent is making runs to the house just to make sure that everything is going alright and Anna, who had been off-compound last night, is home and covering today so that no one else has to.

Blaine wants to feel something about that, but he doesn’t have any leftover emotion to invest.

The world is hazy in front of his eyes—he is so tired that he can’t move his mouth to speak, and he has no idea how he had even chewed his bread or swallowed his tea. Everything feels unreal, as if he’s dreaming with his eyes open, and when Burt puts a blanket around him and encourages his head down onto his shoulder, he doesn’t so much fall asleep as fall unconscious. He can’t stay awake a moment longer, even though he wants to.

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