Five Times Kurt and Blaine Have Sex, Kurt/Blaine, NC-17
Title: Five Times Kurt and Blaine Have Sex (And One Time They Don’t)
Word Count: 9,500+
Summary: ”We do still have that room for the rest of the night. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. I mean, we have so much to catch up on.” Blaine lets his hands slide down even farther, squeezing quickly at Kurt’s ass before he slides them back up to his waist. “You know, as friends.”
Notes: takes place during/after episode 4x14
Warnings: semi-public sex & mild exhibitionism
Author notes: Come on, it’s us. Did you really think we could resist the opportunity to write Kurt and Blaine, just two bros helping each other out? With their penises?
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So Many Things He Could Do
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.
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.
The One That Got Away, Klaine EditionMoa Bergström
The One That Got Away, Klaine Edition
Originally by Katy Perry, new lyrics and fic by me.
During my second year of high school when we first met
You said “Excuse me but I’m new here” and I turned my head
And ever since that moment the two of us were one
In another life I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say you were the one that got away
((don’t press play until it tells you to))
klaine fic: late night skype
blaine tapped his nails impatiently on the chocolate brown oak wood desk where his computer was located
blaine stared at his computer, waiting.
he looked down at his watch
fifteen minutes late
blaine huffed out an annoyed breath, where was he?
just at that moment the boy he had been looking for forever came online
Kurt hummel is calling
blaine accepted giddily
kurt’s beautiful grin appeared on his computer screen
“hi baby, i’m sorry i was late i bought this new scarf, what do you think?”
blaine squinted and stared for a while before answering
“a bit tacky don’t you think?”
kurt’s grin disappeared immediately he stood up from his seat and was no where to be seen on the webcam
“Kurt??” blaine called, worried that he’d said something wrong
kurt sat back down with what seemed to be a microphone and began to sing a song blaine didn’t recognize
Pornspam: Klaine, NC-17, To Shake The Pride Of Angels
Title: To Shake The Pride of Angels
Fandom/Pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex
Word Count: 14,149
Summary: AU, Kurt and Blaine have never met. Until they do.
the bro code (and Blaine Anderson's guide to breaking it) [ 1/4 ]
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.
“I can’t believe we’re going to do this,” says Kurt’s voice through the phone.
“Me neither,” says Blaine, because he would never have anticipated Kurt suggesting they do this even a month ago.
“I really lucked out getting you as a boyfriend, didn’t I?”
Blaine laughs a little because he can’t quite believe it, “You’re not the only lucky one Kurt, trust me.”
“So… should we start?” Kurt’s voice is breathy with excitement.
Blaine nods, a little overwhelmed already, before remembering that Kurt can’t see him.
“Yes, yes we should start.”
Fic: Now We're All Alone (Klaine)
A Potentiality for Corruption: The Debauchery of Blaine Anderson | Part One
Word Count: 5,100
Warnings/Summary: Fill for this prompt on the kink meme: a shy, stumbling, blushing virgin Blaine being pinned down on his bed and ridden by an extremely experienced and confident Kurt.
A/N: Atalya will probably demand acknowledgement for the fact she made me fill this for her. There are sequels to come in a ‘the ways in which Blaine Anderson lost his virginity to Kurt Hummel’ ‘verse, including a whole load of Kurt teaching Blaine how to do sexy things (such as blowjob etc.)
pairing: Kurt/Blaine (Klaine)
little snowflake helene wanted: “imagine one half of your otp manning a kissing booth and the other half keeps getting in line to kiss them over and over again”
Once the Glee Club had somehow wormed their way into Sectionals, one thing was certain- they needed cash.
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.
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.”
21. (Klaine Future Reunion Fic, spoilery kinda, PG-13)
It’s Blaine’s 21st birthday—the perfect time to hash things out.
AN: This is my “worst-case scenario” fic, where I took the idea that the writers will hold off on a reunion for as long as possible (speculation only!) and decided to just skip to the end. So it’s sad (I cried while writing it, which was very cathartic) but it has a happy ending if that’s what you’re here for.
It’s Blaine’s twenty-first birthday, and he’s not going down without a fight. He’s been to ten bars at his last count, and he’s minutes away from closing the one he’s in now. It’s a small bar, narrow like most buildings in New York are, dark, quieter than he would’ve expected—perfect for talking while drinking. Which is what he’s doing, tucked into the booth in the furthest corner of the room, watching the bartender begin the task of shutting the place down. He’s exhausted, plastered, his hair is unkempt. There is no place he’d rather be.
“Last call,” the bartender says, with a pointed look in Blaine’s direction. Blaine leans into the shoulder next to him.
“I think he hates me,” Blaine whispers. The shoulder shakes with laughter.
“Nonsense,” Kurt trills gaily. “No one could hate you. It’s scientifically proven.”
“You did,” Blaine says, too drunk to regret re-opening the long-ignored wounds stitched together between them. Kurt gulps down the rest of his drink.
Fic: So Simple In The Moonlight
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.
Fic: Metal-Studded Elephant
Bravid!parents to Blaine: Blaine suddenly decides to dress in leather; his motives are unclear… until they’re not
“Oh my—! What in the world do you think you’re doing dressed like that?”
Blaine looks up, attempting nonchalance as he rummages through the fridge for the milk and shrugs at his dad. “I’m trying a new style.”
David’s eyes are wide, staring at him, torn between outraged and confused as he takes in the black pants and the combat boots and leather belt with the studs and the jacket that looks straight out of Grease, and the eyeliner—he’s actually wearing eyeliner—dark against his hazel eyes.
fic & art: and share our secret worlds
And Share Our Secret Worlds
Blaine wakes on Sunday morning to the gentle drum of raindrops against his bedroom window and the somewhat less gentle nudge of a nose against his cheek. Kurt presses playful kisses to his face, whispering Blaine after each one, and Blaine smiles sleepily, rolling over into Kurt’s arms so he can bury his face in his boyfriend’s warm neck. He stays there for a moment, just breathing in the scent of Kurt’s skin, clean and slightly spicy with the scent of Blaine’s body wash from their shared shower the night before.
“‘Morning, my love,” Blaine says after a few minutes, his voice still thick with sleep. He nuzzles his nose into the hollow of Kurt’s throat and wiggles closer. “What time is it?”
“A little after nine,” Kurt says. His fingers come up to stroke Blaine’s hair, tangling in messy curls and scratching lightly over Blaine’s scalp. It feels so good Blaine thinks he would purr if he could, but he settles for making a happy mmmmm sound of encouragement. “And guess what?”
Blaine stifles a yawn. “What?”
“My secret’s up. I looked on my phone,” Kurt says, excitement creeping into his voice. Blaine finally lifts his head, taking in Kurt’s sleep-mussed hair and rosy cheeks before meeting his eyes, his heart tugging at the way they sparkle even in the dim room. “We should check and see if yours is there. It’ll be the perfect ending to our Last Weekend of Summer Lovefest 2012.”
Summary: Blaine calls Cooper with some important news.
Blaine’s hands are shaking as he dials his brother’s number, even though he knows this is honestly the dumbest thing in the world to be nervous about. Cooper adores Kurt, and not just because he makes Blaine happy. Cooper listens attentively when Kurt rattles off a long explanation about why that hat doesn’t work with that jacket (“I’ll need this for future reference, Blaine, my fans can’t see me like that.”), and he lights up whenever he makes Kurt laugh. Blaine knows Cooper has spent hours in the kitchen with Kurt, trying to master the art of perfect banana pancakes. So, yeah, Blaine definitely shouldn’t be nervous. But he is.
“Hey, little brother! What’s up?”
“Hey, Coop.” Blaine knows his voice betrays him right away. It’s more of a squeak than a greeting. He swallows—he can practically hear Cooper’s grin, all the way from California. “Are…you busy?”
“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.
stretch (klaine fic)
here’s some yoga/jazz-ercise instructor!Kurt, and student!Blaine. I wrote this very quickly, so I apologize if it seems rushed or if there’s any mistakes.
Blaine should be self conscious that he’s the only guy in his jazz-ercise class- and he has to admit, he was a little at first- but now he honestly doesn’t care. Not when the absolutely gorgeous male instructor is standing at the front with his hands on his hips and a beautiful smile on his face, watching his students attempt the stretches and movements he’s teaching.
His name is Kurt, and… that’s all Blaine really knows about him, other than the fact that he looks like he could be a model. His voice is kind and soft, but it can get loud and demanding if someone isn’t doing what they’re told, which doesn’t happen very often. He’s patient with his students, forgiving and encouraging, and the sunny aura that surrounds him definitely intimidates Blaine a little bit.
For the first week of classes, Blaine doesn’t really pay much attention to the class itself, but to Kurt, who walks swiftly and gracefully back and forth across the room to observe everyone’s form. Blaine haphazardly attempts to make himself look professional, but the little smiles and giggles Kurt tries to hide when he passes him makes Blaine think that he probably looks silly more than anything else.
After that first week of learning practically nothing, Blaine is determined to show Kurt that he can do this, and that he’s good at it too.
Fic: 100 Days - T-Minus One (1.1/10)
Author: borogroves (me!)
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Word Count: 1,700~
Notes: Thank you to my betas, Axe and Rachie, and my inner circle, Alana, Annie and Bambi.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been best friends (and nothing more) since the age of six. Now 22-year-old college graduates, they take a roadtrip around the USA, visiting every state in 100 days. Fifty states. Two boys. One love story.
Day -001: Saturday 15 September, 2012
“Well, if I didn’t know how much you hated Maine before…” Kurt trailed off, glancing up at Blaine as he drank deeply from his bottle of water and wiped across his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I don’t hate it,” he said, setting the bottle down next to Kurt’s and leaning back against the edge of the table, the sticky wood entirely characteristic of The Cannery, their local bar; everything worn and in dire need of replacement. “I’m just… I’m done here.”