Fic: So Simple In The Moonlight
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 9,000+
Summary: Kurt has never been kissed and he’s fine with it. Most of the time. But then, his coworkers take him out for his twenty-first birthday and there’s a (gorgeous) stranger who kisses him to get away from a guy who just won’t understand that he’s interested.
Author’s note: For the wonderful Jen, my favourite little pineapple, who sent me a prompt that was basically the entire plot for this. A big, big, gigantic thank you to Adri for kicking my ass and telling me to stop being lazy and write what needs to be written instead of skipping over it.
Also, fuck canon, Blaine is the same age than Kurt in this. It’s just simpler that way.
The title is from Lua by Bright Eyes, but it is in no way representative of the level of angst present in this fic. Don’t panic.
The music is loud and thumping, every vibration rattling in his ribcage and shaking his very soul; everywhere around him, bodies are undulating and pressing together and then away, over and over again and Kurt wishes he were anywhere but here. He’d take Rachel crying because of a break-up over this club.
“There you go, birthday boy!” one of his friend shouts over the music as she shoves a bright blue drink at him. He nearly drops it; it’s the fourth one of the evening and his fingers feel numb and clumsy.
“You really didn’t have to,” he replies, repeating the same words for the hundredth time that day.
“Where’s the fun in having a baby working with us if we can’t even take him out to get hammered on his twenty-first birthday?” She pinches his cheek and then she’s gone, disappearing in the mass of bodies with a whoop indicative of the number of shots she already had.
bravid!parents to blaine: BDSM mishap
“Dad?”
Bryan doesn’t look up from his laptop, earphones plugged in, as he types away furiously, an email to one of the producers of the show, a frown on his forehead, until Blaine steps in front of his desk and reaches out to yank his earphone from his ear. “Blaine!”
“Dad, I have—“ Blaine looks like he’s about to die from embarrassment. His face is bright red, and his hair is a mess, and he looks like he’s been sweating slightly, which can’t be true because Blaine only goes on runs in the mornings, and it’s well into the night. Was he—? “I have a problem.”
A cocked eyebrow, and Bryan tilts his head to the side, appraising him, until Blaine ducks his face and blurts it out in a rush of words. “I tied Kurt up to the bed and lost the keys.”
Ficlet: In Limine
Amidst the giddy chaos after Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury’s wedding ceremony, Kurt felt someone take his hand. He thought it was Blaine at first, but immediately realized that it felt wrong—the fingers too slender and delicate, the palm cooler than the heat Blaine always radiated.
He turned and saw Brittany. She smiled and placed a finger to her lips, then pulled him gently toward the door. He walked with her out to the hallway, staying silent, wondering what she could possibly want.
Fic: Options
3x22 Fix-It fic. Because it had to be done. Kurt, Burt, Kurt/Blaine, 850w.
Burt has a surprise for Kurt, but he’s not sure it’ll go over as well as his graduation present did.
It’s been two days since Kurt opened an innocuous envelope and watched his dreams crumble into nothing in front of his eyes. It’s been the worst two days of his life.
He’s tried, so hard, to be happy for Rachel. They’re friends now; she’s pretty much his best friend, and deep down he wants to be the kind of person that can see his best friend achieve their mutual dream where he didn’t and not let it be ruined by bitterness, but he’s just not sure he is. It hurts too much. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees “we regret to inform you,” and no amount of cuddling and reassurances from Blaine has dulled that ache.
Kurt suspects that Blaine told his father about the letter. Kurt just couldn’t bring himself to do it, to make that disappointment fill his wonderful dad’s face when the memory of how proud he’d been that Kurt was a finalist was still too fresh in his mind.
Burt had just given him a hug when he came down to dinner that night and told him that everything would work out. Kurt hadn’t had it in him to ask “how?”
So when his dad calls him into the kitchen after school, he’s just hoping it’s not to have a talk about what comes next.
Fic: Shatter The Walls For A New Sun {10/10} [complete]
Title Shatter The Walls For A New Sun 10/10
Rating PG-13
Word Count 1,600/54,100
Summary AU in which Blaine was raised by highly religious parents and escapes to NYC with Quinn, moving in next door to Rachel and Kurt. (Alternately: Bible!Blaine meets NYC!Kurt. Shit happens.)
Notes This is it! Excuse me while I get all verklempt. Thanks for spending this hiatus with me during my form of fluff therapy, hopefully it helped some of y’all too ;) That’s the only way I can explain 50k in a month while also being sick is fluff therapy. So much for NaNo this year. Here’s everything in a PDF download if anyone wants that, other downloads are at AO3. I also am NEVER this cheesy-schoompy-fluffy with my endings, but again, blame the fluff therapy, and for these boys, it works. Thank you, thank you, thank you again for all of your kind words if I’ve somehow missed you, you all truly are the best ♥
Prologue // One // Two // Three // Four // Five // Six // Seven // Eight // Nine // LJ // AO3
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Five years later
Kurt peeks out over the balcony for a moment, delighting in the fact that no one can see him. The space below him is filling up nicely, all of his and Blaine’s family and friends taking seats and chatting animatedly. He sees his coworkers from Vogue, and if they bitched about coming out to Brooklyn from Manhattan, it seems to have subsided. Even though Kurt and Blaine live in Manhattan now, when they were looking for a place to get married, they came across this space in their hunt and it just felt perfect the instant they walked in.
The space had been converted from an old church to something a bit more stylish and updated, and it was in their old neighborhood, even. Kurt’s not sure how they missed it all those years living in the loft. It seemed perfect to get married in Bushwick where they first met, where they first fell in love, where they shared their first everything together.
“Thought I might find you here.” Blaine’s voice breaks through his concentration, and he turns to see his husband-to-be standing in the wings, looking exquisite in his suit and tie.
Fic: Undeciphered Paths (PG-13)
After watching this week’s episode and seeing that adorable gif of Mike and Kurt hugging go across my dash a million and one times, taunting me, I caved and wrote this. It’s sort of a reaction fic but not? There is Kurt/Mike friendship… Chummel?… and also Klaine. And one incidence of Kurt kissing someone who is not Blaine if you are sensitive to that. 3500ish words.
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It’s after Artie’s performance in the auditorium that Mike approaches him. He’d been waiting around for Blaine without actually waiting around, because as much as he wants to spend time with Blaine, he also doesn’t really know what he’s doing, and that’s bad news for the both of them. He’s just chastising himself for getting butterflies when he thought Blaine was going to ask him out on a date in the hallway before, when Mike lays a hand on his shoulder and greets him.
“Hey, Kurt! I was wondering… are you doing anything? I thought we could hang out.”
Kurt scrunches his face a little, then quickly smooths it. He doesn’t want Mike to think that he’s adverse to hanging out with him, it’s just that they never, ever have before. Not without Tina setting it all up, back when he was good friends with Tina, before she had her personality transplant in order to become a less funny version of Santana. And that’s pretty difficult, seeing as Kurt remains decidedly unamused by Santana most of the time.
“Sure!” he answers, hoping the brightness doesn’t come across as false. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, Mercedes is having a family dinner tonight, but maybe we could grab some burgers and go to my place or something?”
Kurt shrugs and lifts himself out of his seat. “Sounds great.” He sees Blaine watching them leave from over Tina’s shoulder and he’s sure he doesn’t imagine the sad look on his face.
After they finish their greasy burgers which Kurt is very thankful for, seeing as he can’t eat one in front of his dad and has been living off granola, lettuce and lean chicken since being home, Mike starts looking a little shifty. Kurt had suspected something was up because once again, they’ve never hung out without a common friend being there before, and it was really out of the blue for Mike to ask him.
“What’s up?” he asks. He can’t handle the beating around the bush anymore. Really, the only time he does it is with Blaine, which makes him sad, because it used to be the opposite.
Mike chuckles a little, sounding nervous, then nods his head and takes a long drink of his soda as though he’s steeling himself for something difficult. “I actually asked you over here for a reason. I wondered if it would be okay if I talked to you about something kind of… personal.”
525,600 Minutes ('Unwanted' Sequel) || Klaine|| NC-17
Title: 525,600 Minutes
Word Count: ~32,000
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/kinks: Established age difference relationship, D/s ‘verse, shades of non-con, consensual bondage, orgasm denial, blindfolds and various power-plays that come inherent in a d/s verse.
Beta: i_should_study
A/N: I desperately need to thank a couple people here, so hang in there with me. Namely, I need to thank i_should_study and becauseofthelayersmyass for walking me through this and holding my hand when I couldn’t find my words. Finally, I need to thank EVERY SINGLE PERSON who’s commented, liked, reblogged, shared or messaged me about this ‘verse. This story would have died halfway through the first fic if not for you. THANK YOU from the very bottom of my heart for encouraging me and for reading my fic.
Summary: A year in the life of Kurt and Blaine. Sequel to Unwanted, picks up shortly after that left of.
Fic: The Gossip Trap
Note: I passed a little follow milestone which, along with the support in the friend meeting chat, made me feel like I should post this. Inspired by all the recent discussion of Blaine at NYADA. A tiny bit of Klaine, lots of Blaine’s WTF face.
Summary: When Blaine was caught up on the NYADA gossip he didn’t expect it to be so familiar.
Length: ~1400
Rating: PG
They had all discussed it before the semester started. NYADA was a hard enough place to start as it was, Rachel and Kurt had both struggled to find their place, Blaine didn’t need their baggage. He wasn’t sure about it, but he figured if they were wrong they could take it back easily enough. So when he started NYADA he didn’t hang out with Kurt and Rachel.
It seemed like a good idea in some ways. Most of the freshmen were in dorms so he was separate enough from them by living off campus. For the most part, though, he wasn’t really sure what the fuss was about. Sure there were drama queens, but he was a bit of an expert at that, with people like Kurt, Rachel and Tina as close friends. He had a nice group to work with in each class, not sure anyone was at friend status but they were getting there. Blaine spent a lot of time trying to avoid the intricacies of the drama that made even the stories of early New Directions look tame.
Somehow he ended up huddled with two other freshmen students, Jeremy and Anna, in the lobby going over their notes from Intro to Stagecraft when Anna whispered, “Don’t look now, but here they are.”
The Hon. Rev. C. Cornelius Anderson, Esq., PdF Presents The Marrying Man. Pilot: The Best Laid Plans
Rating:NC-17
Written For: abluegirl
Summary: No one should tell Cooper a secret. And nobody but Kurt and Blaine should plan anything.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Klaine Wedding Minibang.Will be cross-posted to LJ/AO3 on Tuesday.
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Today is going to be wonderful. It may be blind optimism, it may be his husband’s cock grinding into his ass in the glorious early moments of Kurt waking up and being decidedly horny, but Blaine is absolutely sure that he’s going to have a great day, a great rehearsal, and before he even gets out of bed to start his day, really great sex.
[FIC] Carry Your Shame (25/25) **Complete**
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Laura aka- gottriplets <3 (additional thanks to asialoveklaine for answering all the questions I had about Shanghai and Chinese culture in this last chapter)
Warnings: First time sex, blow jobs, exhibitionism, sexting, rimming, gay sex all around- the usual :)
Summary: Kurt’s spent his entire life being pushed around and ignored. He’s never had a single friend until he met Blaine Anderson, a swimmer for the National Team and McKinley’s Golden Boy. When the boys fall for each other, Kurt has to learn the hard way that there are some things even love can’t fix—like the fact that his step-brother and boyfriend are mortal enemies. Will Blaine be willing to give up everything to be with Kurt or will they crumble under the pressure to become what everyone else is trying to turn them into?
This was written for this GKM prompt, so go check it out and possibly leave me some love <3
Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//(Blaine interlude)//Part 4//Part 5//Part 6//Part 7//Part 8//Part 9//(Blaine Interlude 2)//Chapter 10//Chapter 11//Part 12//Part 13//(Blaine Interlude 3)//Part 14//Part 15//Part 16//Part 17//(Blaine Interlude 4)//Part 18//Part 19//Part 20//Part 21//(Blaine Interlude 5)//Part 22//Part 23//Part 24//(Blaine Interlude 6)
Carry Your Shame Playlist (organized by chapter)
Art for this fic (by the lovely Lokicorey) can be found here!
AN: Well this is it, all 13,329 words of it. I hope everybody is satisfied with how it turned out and that it was word the long wait. There was a good 3,000 words more of this chapter that I ended up cutting out because of length so I’ll be posting Klaine’s extended sex scene later on this week or early next week for those of you that are interested.
And finally, as I’ve been promising I would do once this story was complete- prompts for drabbles and one shots in this verse are now officially being accepted in my ask.
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After eighteen hours on a plane and a two hour layover in Toronto, Kurt couldn’t have been more relieved to be finally touching down in Shanghai. As much as he loved Blaine, it was a toss up if he was more excited to see his boyfriend or to lie down in a real bed. The bed might win out. Despite their early wakeup to get to the airport in time, he’d been unable to sleep on the first plane because the flight was so short and he was squeezed in between the window and an overweight man that would not stop yelling at the flight attendant for one thing or another. By the second flight, Mr. Anderson had offered him the aisle so that he could have a bit more space, but there had been a lot of turbulence and with the lights constantly being turned off to simulate the time zone in Shanghai then back on again for meals and snacks every two hours, he’d been unable to sleep.
The Sound of Your Sweet Voice (It's Better Than All of My Dreams)
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.
Fic: We Glide Past Every City Light (Kurtbastian, NC-17)
Title: We Glide Past Every City Light
Media: Fic
Author: GlassParade (Glitterdammerung on Tumblr)
Beta: Petelle
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sebastian Smythe and Kurt Hummel
Genre: Smut
Spoilers: None, future-fic.
Word Count: 2600+
Summary: After eight years, a chance encounter half a world away from Ohio leads to an unexpected outcome.
Additional Notes: Title is from the song ‘This Orient’ by Foals, and it was selected because it felt right.
Ficlet: Side Effects of Wine & Nostalgia (R)
Written for tattoo!Klaine at Klaine AU Fridays. Many thanks to my darling missmardybum for drawing the tattoo for me! <3
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The first time Blaine sees Kurt naked after they get back together, he gets a bit of a surprise.
Reaction Fic: Someday. (Kurt/Blaine PG-13)
Fic: Someday
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Episode 2 LIEK WOAH
A/N: Immediate reaction fic to episode 2. Unbetaed. Un-re-read very carefully. It’s 3am on a Wednesday and I am once again writing fic. Sadly, not porn. But…this is my cliffhanger resolution. So there. Enjoy it. Hopefully. Yay!
