Word Count: ~2500
Summary: 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.
Author’s Note: Thanks to the betas, Becca and Kerry.
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February, 2018
“Do we really have to do this?” Kurt whines as they step out into the frigid February air.
“Yes, yes we do. The only way we could have pah-pah-prah-vented this is if you were willing to go b-b-back in time and never be, be, b-befriend Rachel Berry.”
“Dammit. I recently lost my time machine in between our couch cushions.”
Blaine just shakes his head. “We are doomed.”
Just realized I haven’t reblogged it yet. What is wrong with me?
Summary: 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.
Author’s Note: First of all, mad props to my betas, Becca and Kerry. Second of all, drabble #20…
If you’ve yet to read the Symphony Verse, this is your chance to make up for your mistakes. Because these 2500 words of awesomeness right here are the first chapter of the last part of the verse, and trust me - you want to be a part of this fandom. You do. Trust me. I know better than you.
word count: ~2,400
rating: nothing they wouldn’t be able to air on FOX
summary: Blaine struggles to deal with some crushing news and how it might reshape the future he wants. Kurt shares a little secret he’s been keeping for almost a year. Everything works out.
author’s notes: This is a lot of gratuitous headcanon about how Kurt has felt all along, why he isn’t with Adam, and what might prevent Blaine from going through with a proposal. I could call this speculation fic for the season finale, since it’s compliant with all the spoilers I’ve read, but I don’t honestly think there’s a chance in hell of anything like this happening. At least we have a few days left to dream.
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Blaine noses feebly at Kurt’s sharp collarbone, presses his damp face into the long curve of Kurt’s throat, and tries to compose himself enough to speak.
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Warnings: Previous canon character death (Kurt’s mom)
Rating: R
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Burt/Carole
Word Count: 4.8k
Summary: Kurt is drifting into his senior year of high school; he bothers no-one, and finally no-one bothers him. In the four years since his mother’s death, he and his father have become strangers living in the same house. Until one day an overly-enthusiastic transfer student from some private school is asking him for directions, and his father brings home the mother of his once-tormentor.A/N: We have a guest beta yayay! A huge thank you to Sandy for helping with this chapter, and of course to the ever-wonderful Rachel as well :D. Please note the increase in the rating. It’s very cautious, but some of the content is definitely a step up from previous chapters.
Kurt flopped into the all-too familiar chair in the corner of the room. He shifted, his legs jiggling up and down as he thrummed his fingers over and over against the arm of the chair. The soft tap tap tap of his fingertips against the faux-leather was just audible over the loud whirrings from the other side of the room, subconsciously falling in time with the rhythmic clickings.
He propped himself up with one elbow, but that didn’t feel right, so he switched arms and scooted backwards in his chair to lean forward, staring intently down at the ground. He scuffed the vinyl tiles of the floor with his foot, the thick sole of his boots leaving satisfying grazes of black against the grain of the worn pattern.
He ground his teeth as the swooshing of the ventilator interrupted his thoughts. He was sick of this fucking hospital and every fucking person in it.
DON’T TOUCH ME.
Fic: Theory of Relativity
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Casting spoilers…you all know this one.
Summary: They though they had the house to themselves. Snuggles on the couch. Popcorn. PJs. A movie. A quick blowjob. And then, suddenly, they had company.
Words: 3100A/N: Had to be written. Had to be. Porny and then really, rather not. Hopefully a bit hilarious. Thank you to lil for looking over it and offering no editing advice whatsoever but being very positive about the whole thing.
Title: Ad Eros
Author: Cimmerians
Fandom/Pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex
Warning: consensual age-gap sex
Word Count: 20,737
Summary: AU. Kurt grows up. Blaine does too.
WHY HAVEN’T I READ IT BEFORE IT’S PERFECT AND COFFEE AND WIT AND I JUST UGH PERFECTION
“Why - Why are you asking me this?” Kurt can’t believe it, he absolutely cannot believe it.
“Because I love you,” Blaine says in earnest, still down on one knee, ring held up in offering.
“Blaine, honey…” Kurt grabs at his wrist, tries to pull him up.
Okay so this whole thing obviously started after the whole “I love when you talk fratty” thing which is now officially one of my favorite klaine lines. I have all this headcanon where Blaine totally knows it’s a weakness of Kurt’s so he intentionally says it because he’s like, omg if I want my ex-boyfriend to date me again I need to use EVERYTHING I COULD POSSIBLY HAVE IN MY ARSENAL ASAP. So then this happened. Like everything I write, this was supposed to be a few thousand words but then exploded into 44k. I just … what, HOW?
FYI, these rules are based on a real bro code found online. Some things had to be re-worded and changed around a bit but it’s pretty dang close to the actual code. In case you want a laugh: http://www.collegesurvivalguide.org/bro-code/
Endless ENDLESS thanks to kat who was a constant cheerleader and basically convinced me that no, the whole thing wasn’t awful and no, I shouldn’t delete every word. And she was always around when I was like, hey what kind of booze to you think Kurt would drink at a bar?
And this thing is entirely written and finished; it’s just being edited and beta-ed (beta’d? betaed?) so no worries about this thing being abandoned or whatever.
Now I will stop talking. The end.
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the bro code (and Blaine Anderson’s guide to breaking it)
So there’s a bro code.
It’s relayed to him a few weeks after he joins his fraternity. The rules seem easy and he’s not too worried.
Blaine Anderson is a rule follower.
Fic: The Sound of Your Sweet Voice (It’s Better Than All of My Dreams)
Pairings: Klaine
Word Count: 5,500
A/N: The third and final runner!Klaine story, following parts one and two and following the original prompt from Mimsy for a “full-of-witty-banter-and-mild-innuendo meet-cute one-shot where Kurt and Blaine meet while running a marathon” Except for a few details it pretty much stands on its own, so if you go in knowing that Kurt is running his first marathon For Reasons and that Blaine is the pace leader for the 4:30 group (with the yardstick of balloons to prove it) you should be good. :)
And…go:
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In the six months of preparation and training Kurt had gone through, both alone and with his charity team, in building up toward the marathon, he had imagined how it would feel to cross the starting line dozens of times: Exciting. Nervewracking. Triumphant. Overwhelming.
The last one was probably the closest to the truth. On his previous runs, even the excruciatingly long ones toward the end of his training, staring the run had been the easy part—it was usually the last two or three miles where the wheels had started to come off and his form had begun to fall apart. This time, however, it was the opposite—the race had barely begun and Kurt’s breathing, already too close to hyperventilating for comfort, wasn’t slowing down and settling into a rhythm, like it usually did. His stride felt choppy and graceless, and even his joints were rebelling, every ache and twinge he’d diligently treated with ice and rest and gentle stretching suddenly ghosting through his limbs, phantom pains reminding him of how easily his body could come apart.
It was more than a little disconcerting. And he still had over 25 miles to go.
Guh, this is perfect. *hopes none-too-delicately for more in this ‘verse someday*
So I had planned to write fluffy times at the park with Kurt and Blaine and the kids. And then Becca added a little twist to the idea.
“It’s so nice outside,” Addie comments over breakfast.
“It is,” Blaine answers, glancing towards the kitchen window.
Title: A Parade of Elephants
Author: mrssosostris
Rating: R
Summary: A story about an over-thinking, introverted child as he grows up in the wake of a personal tragedy.
Pairing: Klaine
Word count: ~139,600
Status: complete
Chapters: 33
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So awesome to be on here! Thanks guys :)
genuinewarmdecentfeeling prompted: Kurt and Blaine like the lack of walls (and consequent lack of privacy) in the loft a little too much.
“She’s not coming home,” Kurt murmurs against Blaine’s lips, hands already falling down to work his belt open.
“Kurt, she – her last class ended like fifteen minutes ago, how do you know she won’t–”
“Shh,” Kurt says and uses the ends of Blaine’s belt to throw him on the bed and climb on top.
“Oh god.” Blaine groans as Kurt rolls his hips down and cranes his neck up for another kiss. “This is totally a thing for you.”
Megan requested a fic where Blaine and Adam meet each other, and because she was having surgery I gifted it to her as a little “get well soon” present. She also requested I post it here, and who am I to refuse?
xoxoxoxoxoxoxox
Kurt Hummel didn’t go into things without a plan. Blind optimism was no one’s friend—he’d learned that one the hard way. Everything about Kurt Hummel’s life was organized down to the last detail, from his outfits to his career goals to his plans for retirement. And when something happened that threw a wrench into those plans—like not getting into NYADA or a cheating soulmate—Kurt stumbled, then recalibrated. A new plan was put into place.
So when Blaine called up, saying that his NYADA audition was taking place in New York in a few weeks and could Kurt recommend a good hotel to stay in near the campus, Kurt swallowed his pride and ignored the part of him that said having Blaine too close was a bad idea after Valentine’s Day, and told him in no uncertain terms the he was crashing at the loft. As soon as he hung up, he began planning.
There were sleeping arrangements to consider, of course, and making sure they had enough food for an extra person (which would be easier now that Prostitute Ken was out of the house). There was scheduling time to take Blaine around campus to show him the highlights, while still making sure Blaine got enough rest and hydration to be his best at his audition. There was also making sure he got to his audition on time, and didn’t get lost in Astoria or Staten Island.
There was also figuring out how to keep Blaine from meeting Adam.
This was just right. Oh, Santana! You should just hire yourself out to do what everyone else is afraid to do.
I don’t know this author (yet), but I’m adding her (or him) to my list of authors to get to know better, when I have time. Good stuff!
chelsea and marissa wanted something based off of this and there was no way I could refuse so here you have it *u*
“Be honest, everyone: Who absolutely despises being single?”
Almost the entire group nods in affirmation — all except Kurt, who chuckles quietly to himself as he looks out across the park. Isabelle had insisted that he take a few new coworkers on an outing to engage them in ‘important corporate bonding time.’
It’s not the idea that first comes to mind of a good time, but Kurt figures that there’s nothing wrong with a picnic just outside the city, especially since the weather seems to be in a fantastic mood today.
They come in every morning, always ordering for each other.
“Medium drip for him.”
“Large mocha for this handsome man right here.”
“Give this guy decaf, he doesn’t need the jitters today.”
“Put the actual cream in his drink, and tell him his waist looks fine.”
“Says the…
