accidentally yours — I caved and made a sequel to this thing in which Kurt and Blaine are single dads that meet in an airport terminal thanks to their kids. And this is a little something that happens two years later.
and I might be convinced to write more in this verse (within the past two years, whatever) if you ask nicely
“Oh my God, sit down,” Kurt says, exasperated.
“No buts except yours in that chair,” he insists with a glare that no longer quite has the effect on Evan that he’s used to.
“I just want to go,” Evan whines, but at least he finally settles in the chair to Kurt’s right, albeit grumpily. “Wanna go home.”
poopheadblaine asked: blaine rushing to get to kurt on time to kiss him at midnight *u*
What had started as a, “We need champagne! Do you want any champagne?” has turned into Blaine standing in a room full of people he doesn’t really know, holding two champagne flutes, and not having any idea where his boyfriend is five minutes to midnight. In retrospect, it had been a stupid decision, but it had also been a spur-of-the-moment thing.
But champagne doesn’t mean anything if he can’t ring in the new year with his lips sealed firmly to Kurt’s.
It doesn’t feel like his birthday. It feels more like any other day as of late: full of the kind of stress that he can’t explain. At least there are plenty of chores to do.
He can’t sit still. Maybe it’s just the thought that he’s twenty now and it has finally hit him that he isn’t a teenager anymore, but it’s not a feeling he likes one bit.
Kurt is at home in Ohio when he gives up on ignoring the itch in his brain that keeps telling him that the kitchen probably needs rearranging, or that he really should at least vacuum the living room. God knows his dad doesn’t enjoy doing those kinds of chores, so the house is in dire need of cleaning, in his opinion.
Sinking ‘verse: “A lot of things have the potential to kill me.”
a/n: another Kurt interlude, because I think it’s time I clear up what happened between the two of them back in late Nov/early Dec (heads up for discussion about smoking/quitting/etc)
- disclaimer; I may or may not agree with what characters say/do, they aren’t me \o/ also, I’ve never smoked or been around smokers, bear with me
how they met | rumors and a proposition | scandals | confirmation | cherry blossoms | meeting burt (&finn, again) | blaine’s surprise | first date | secret’s out | scandals v2 | insults & apologies | first time | blaine’s birthday - chrono
My parents will smell that.
Kurt read the board and sighed, resigned to tossing his cigarette out the window. Again. “Can we get back to business?” he asked, leaning against the windowsill and staring at Blaine, who had remained spread out on his stomach on the bed, shirtless and beautiful.
Blaine scribbled on the board again, which made him suspicious because Blaine never turned down the opportunity to fall apart by Kurt’s hands — or to take Kurt piece by shielded piece until he felt nothing but raw sensation and frozen-burning heat. Put simply, Kurt really wanted to keep going.
Why do you smoke? Blaine wrote, and he gave up on the possibility of getting off if they were going to have this conversation.
Sinking, Falling, Destroying - Some badboy!blaine and skank!kurt in the same fic, because there is definitely not enough of the two au’s combined in this world.
Blaine leans against the wall of the gym, fishing a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and trying not to glance at the figure next to him.
It’s the damn pink hair, he’s pretty sure. And his damn clothes and his fucking smirk that he always has on his face, and Christ, he’s so hot and Blaine just wants to –
Blaine takes a deep breath and lights up his cigarette, and he’s definitely not thinking about Kurt Hummel, except for he totally is and he’s forcing himself not to look at him.
Doing Something Right Prompt: Parker is a little older and asks Blaine or Kurt if it’s okay if he likes a girl because everyone else in the family likes boys. *u*
In this installment, Parker is 13, Maddie is 17, and Zoey is 22
Also, a warning: Maddie apparently has a potty mouth as a teenager, so there’s a wee bit of swearing. So probably a T rating.
Blaine grins at Kurt as he walks into the apartment, toeing off his shoes and running a hand through his hair.
“How’s Zoey?” Blaine asks as he comes in to the kitchen, sitting across from him on one of the counter stools.
“She’s good,” Kurt says as he picks up a roll from the oven tray next to Blaine. “She’s really excited.”
“Well, she did just get engaged,” Blaine grins, poking Kurt gently in the hand with his fork. “If I remember correctly, you were buzzing with excitement for days after I proposed to you.”
Kurt smiles at him, and it’s that sly smile that Blaine’s grown to know, the one that still makes Blaine’s heart flutter because it’s so Kurt, and it’s so them and it’s the smile that only Blaine gets, the smile that’s only for Blaine.
word generator fic: Blaine’s latest thrift shop purchase is a little too…tacky for Kurt’s taste. (word: gnome)
I was absolutely bored and decided to test out a random word generator…and the first thing that popped up was “gnome”. This is shamelessly fluffy. If you want to see some of the funny and weird thrift shop finds that inspired some of Blaine’s past purchases, check out this blog! You’ll totally get a kick out of it.
“Honey, that thing is disgusting,” Kurt says as he looks over the little garden gnome sitting in the middle of their apartment. Blaine hums happily as he walks over to it and pats it on its little red head, cupping its face and turning his head over to look at his boyfriend.
Blaine and his pictures of Kurt.
Blaine is having a bad day. First he forgot his Calculus homework and got embarrassed by the teacher in front of the whole class, then he heard some guy making fun of his hair in the hallway, he spilled milk all over his pants, and he just really doesn’t feel like staying after school for glee club. And the worst part is that he doesn’t even have anybody to vent to or have a shoulder to rest his head on.
poopheadblaine prompted:klaine and puppies
“Kurt! Kurt, look at this one!” Blaine shouted, grinning at the pup licking his fingers. Kurt rolled his eyes and smiled at his boyfriend.
“Isn’t he adorable?” Blaine said, scratching the puppy behind the ears. Blaine was distracted as he felt something nudge his back. He turned around to see another puppy, panting and wagging its tail.
“Blaine, I think you attract puppies,” Kurt announced, watching with amusement as Blaine scooped the new dog into his arms.