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Seblaine Spring Fling 2017 : Symphony

when my hands don’t play the strings the same way,
i know you will still love me the same
| AO3

For as long as he could remember, Blaine loved the stage; he loved the high that came from performing, from baring his heart and soul through the music and lyrics.

While others deemed this trait of his to be attention seeking, there was always one person who supported Blaine in his passion; Sebastian.

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Klaine fic - “All the Beautiful Pieces” (Rated NC17)

Blaine Anderson is spending the summer after graduation flipping houses with his brother for Cooper’s total home renovation show. The show features the worst houses Cooper can buy, with Blaine playing the role of lackey so that Cooper can torture him in front of his viewers. The last house Blaine has to renovate is an original Victorian House in San Diego, CA, which is in terrible condition. But this house turns out to be more than just another job. It was once owned by a famous Vaudeville ventriloquist by the name of Andrew Smythe. It houses a very interesting collection of items - among them, two life-sized puppets. Blaine isn’t sure exactly why, but he’s drawn to them - especially to the one with the beautiful blue eyes. He convinces Cooper to give him the puppets, and Blaine starts to restore them. In the course of the restoration, Blaine finds out that neither puppet is simply a run-of-the-mill puppet, and Andrew Smythe was hiding a secret that will be the key to saving two lives.

Okay, so, as many of you people know, this was my Reverse Bang story from way too long ago. I had it completed, but as I was uploading it, my computer crashed and obliterated this plus a ton of my other stories, which I have been writing back from memory these many years. I had this one almost down except for the last three chapters, which have been lost in the void of my brain. So, what I’ve done is start over from the beginning. I haven’t been changing the story, just freshening the language, and then I will add those last three chapters. But I’m posting it here one chapter per week so those of you who would like to can get reacquainted with the story. Of course, you could jump ahead to AO3, and cheat, re-read all 17 original chapters at once, but you’ll still have to wait for the ending, and only chapters 1-7 have been redone. Anyway, this story wouldn’t even exist without @freakingpotter who is an amazing artist and an even more amazing friend <3 Give her lots of love <333

(Warning for character death that happens in the past, hoarding, and anxiety.)

Chapter 1 (6515 words)

Blaine stares out the windshield of his rented Honda Odyssey, his jaw dropping open, stunned out of his senses at the sight of the disastrous house in front of him. His hands grip the steering wheel for support. His knees knock together, completely out of his control. A low, pitiful whining noise rattles around in the back of his throat. The house to his right, nestled incongruously behind a manicured lawn, carefully pruned rose bushes, and a well-established Mulberry tree, is so incredibly awful that he can’t stop looking at it. It’s like a horrendous traffic accident – lots of blood and twisted metal, but try as you might, you can’t make yourself look away.

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anonymous asked:

“Look person, I’m sorry I ran you over with my car but maybe you should stay in the bike lane DON’T EVEN THINK OF TAKING ME TO COURT I DON’T CARE IF YOU’R E A LAWYER… shit” AU for Klaine, pretty please?😇

OMG I had so much fun with this one. So…

Klaine / Rated T

“So you know how we joked about me being able to ace law school after all the studying I helped you with back in undergrad?” Blaine’s voice carries to Sebastian’s ears as he slides into his seat at their high top table, situated in their usual corner at the bar about a block or two from the apartment they share. Blaine figures they’ll move to their own places once things get serious with romantic partners or something, but for now… well, they can afford a much nicer place together than they would alone, and to be honest, it’s kind of nice living with your best friend.

Sebastian raises a brow as he takes the beer Blaine slides to him, steadying the glass before opening his mouth to speak. “You better not have dragged me out to the bar just to tell me you’re giving up on your dreams to follow in my footsteps, Anderson. Cause I swear if you throw in the towel just cause that douchebag didn’t like your fucking wonderful composition, I will kick your ass myself-”

Before he can get too riled up, Blaine cuts his friend off with a laughing grin. “Whoa, Bas, calm down! I’m not giving up on my dreams. For the record, I don’t really care what Mr. Hafton thought of my proposal. I’m going to polish it a bit and present it to a different director when the opportunity comes. Anyway…” he lifts his own tall draft and takes a swig before continuing. “Let me tell you how I proved just how much of your schooling my musical brain retained, shall I? It all started with a shitload of traffic…”

Blaine knew better than to ride his bike on such a day. The weather wasn’t the problem- in fact, it was absolutely beautiful out- which was causing the actual issue that Blaine faced. It was the first nice day in a solid two weeks of terrible weather, and everyone was hell bent and determined to enjoy it. That meant that everyone was traveling, trying to get out in the sun, and leaving work as early as possible to boot.

Being a composer for Broadway, Blaine didn’t have a set work schedule, However, Blaine’s clients did have a certain schedule to follow, and Blaine had to fit himself into those schedules. It was best for him to squeeze his meetings into the time between sleep, other meetings, casting calls, and actual performances. Usually, Blaine found himself traveling home just before the early crowd left work, but today…

Well, today people were leaving earlier than usual, which meant Blaine and his bike were hitting all the congestion leaving the city. And New York didn’t have the nicest drivers. Or pedestrians, to be honest.

Even as Blaine had made it out of the main city and into the outskirts where he and Bas shared their apartment, he was still surrounded by traffic and eager pedestrians who didn’t want to share an inch of the sidewalk with his narrow bike path. Of course, the traffic was mostly stand-still, so he wasn’t too worried about being hit, but there was always that fear when the traffic did shift.

During a big shift in traffic, Blaine came up to a jogger with a double-wide stroller on the sidewalk. His narrow path was encroached upon by the stroller, and the woman jogging wasn’t paying any attention to the width of her precious cargo. Blaine panicked. He jerked his handlebars, pitched sideways, and next thing he knew he felt the hot impact of metal before sliding to the ground in a heap, landing painfully atop his bike, a handlebar poking sharply into his gut.

“Hold up, hold up,” Sebastian interrupts, throwing Blaine an incredulous look. “You swerved into traffic instead of side-swiping the stroller?!” Forest green eyes flash with a sort of hunger for justice, and Blaine looks at his friend as if he’s lost his mind.

When Sebastian doesn’t relent, Blaine rolls his eyes and sighs, giving into his friend’s need for more information. Bas always does demand all the details so he can figure out the full case. Oh, what Blaine wouldn’t give for the pompous teen who was only concerned about getting a little action. That Sebastian was so much easier to deal with. Lawyer Sebastian takes himself so much more seriously, and it’s absolutely exhausting sometimes…

“Yes, Bas, I avoided the fucking stroller with two small children inside. I’m not a monster like you!” Blaine mutters darkly about his horrible taste in friends even as Sebastian opens his mouth to retort.

Thankfully, their appetizer platter comes out then, so Bas is interrupted by the waiter asking if they need anything else. “Not just yet,” Blaine answers, kicking Bas under the table when the lawyer snickers at him.

Back to business, Sebastian eyes Blaine seriously even while the composer struggles with a mozzarella stick, cheese oozing out in a lava-hot string to attempt to scald Blaine’s lips off. “It’s a man-eat-man world, Killer. You have to be ruthless to survive. That woman should have paid better attention and kept her kids safe. Not your problem if she failed as a mother.”

Blaine spares a disgusted look for his best friend before directing Sebastian’s attention back to his story. “Right. Like I said, there can only be one devil incarnate, and you already filled that role rather perfectly. Anyway…”

The sound of brakes straining in the new warmth of the weather made Blaine groan in a sort of mutual frustration before a honking horn sounded in the not-so-far distance and Blaine actually cursed a little under his breath. He’d just been hit by a car for Christ’s sake! He’d have thought that might trump getting home a little earlier than normal.

Apparently Blaine had forgotten how heartless New Yorkers starved for sunlight could be, though, as he shifted to sitting only to stare at a haughty looking man in a very nice three-piece suit, staring down at him with a quirked brow visible just above reflective sunglasses that Blaine was sure were very designer and very expensive. “Oh for the love of…”

Blaine’s muttering was interrupted by an irritated exhale and a quick spout off about how Blaine was the person in the wrong. “Look, uh, you,” the guy started, tone like a wasp but voice smooth like Blaine thought he’d like to hear in a bedroom setting. It was very confusing for his body and brain, to say the least. It didn’t help that Blaine was pretty sure his left elbow and possibly shin were bleeding and the stinging was becoming distracting. “I’m sorry I hit you, but, maybe you should have followed the law and stayed in the bike lane?”

It was like the man was speaking to a toddler, and that made something in Blaine’s brain snap. He didn’t care how hot the pissed off guy was, what with his gravity-defying hair and daring fashion sense- that suit wasn’t even a shade of blue that Blaine had a name for!- the guy was being a dick. It wasn’t Blaine’s fault that he’d been in too much of a hurry to get home from… whatever swanky city job he did and wasn’t paying attention to the pedestrian traffic.

So, Blaine told him as much.

“Uh, how ‘bout no?” The man gaped at him, sunglasses perched lower on his nose so he could stare at Blaine with stunning eyes of the greenest blue. Blaine wouldn’t be distracted, though. He had a diva to dethrone, it would seem. “The bike path here is very narrow and often crosses routes with both pedestrians and vehicles. It is the responsibility of all parties to be aware of each other. I was well aware of my surroundings, but a jogger was not paying attention and ran me off my path with her double-wide stroller. Which, I might add, had two babies in it.”

The man didn’t look as bothered by that as Blaine had been, but he didn’t look like he didn’t care at all, as Blaine suspected Bas would were he present. At least this guy wasn’t completely heartless. “Traffic was stopped, thus you should not have been going very fast at all once it started up again. You shouldn’t have had any problem reacting to my falling into your lane, and yet…” Blaine angrily motioned to his bike, and his leg which was awkwardly positioned under him and somewhat inside of the bicycle. It was starting to get rather sore, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to un-pretzel himself without some help.

Tall, poised, and prissy gave him a once over and licked his lips before responding. “Are you some kind of law-student or something?” he asked, that brow quirking even higher. “Whatever. I don’t care. You still don’t have an argument here! I didn’t do anything wro-“

“Oh tell me you started throwing random data at him,” Bas interrupts, a gleeful light in his eye. He’s getting really into the story and Blaine can’t help but grin. He has to admit, he had no idea if he even had any sort of case against the guy, but he knew how to bullshit like he did. Thanks to all that studying with Bas.

Cracking his knuckles, Blaine smirks almost as good as Sebastian as he nods his head proudly. “Of course I did. Told him about law four fifty-seven A of chapter sixteen in the New York Vehicular-Pedestrian code that states how any vehicle driving under ten miles an hour is responsible should it collide with a pedestrian, including cyclists.”

Sebastian is howling now while Blaine explains a couple more laws that he made up, and even a fictitious court case, only to be interrupted by a clearing throat.

“Are you quite finished celebrating your dastardliness?” the voice asks, and Blaine opens his eyes to stare into the greenest blue he’s ever seen, again cocking that brow at him, but this time looking amused rather than angry or intimidated.

Kurt pulls his chair out and joins the pair at their table, less dressed up than the previous day. “Sorry, Kurt,” Blaine says, a laugh still on his voice as he flashes the fashion writer slash actor a warm smile. “Bas was at the office late last night and I didn’t get to talk to him until today. He didn’t know our story til now.”

Sebastian, for his part, has started coughing from his laughing fit. It seems that adding Kurt to the mix just made it even worse. “Is he going to make it?” Kurt asks, not actually looking all that concerned. The middle finger shot his way answers his question, though, and Kurt simply motions for his own beer and helps himself to a potato skin. “Did you tell him how you ended up at my place with a broken bike and a sore ass afterward? Or how I rubbed out the muscle spasm in your thigh?”

The grin that curls on Kurt’s face is absolutely evil while Sebastian wheezes for air. Blaine kind of loves it. “Oh my God!” Sebastian exhales, glaring at both of them. “How in the hell do you go from threatening lawsuits to fucking?!”

That was loud. Blaine winces as half the bar turns to stare at them, while Kurt starts to go red and Bas just keeps staring incredulously at them.

“Nobody said anything about fucking!” Blaine squeaks, while Kurt responds at the same time with “I’m just that good, I guess.”

Oh, and Blaine is sure he’s red enough to make a tomato jealous, but he’s also so turned on he might die. Shit. And Kurt and Bas are getting along like old friends, sparring verbally without any issue. It’s actually amazing. Bas doesn’t get along this well with, well, anyone!

“So, anyway,” Blaine says once he can speak again. “Thanks for making me help you get through law school I guess? And, uh, don’t expect to see my bike around the apartment any time soon. It kinda died, and I don’t think I want to tempt fate twice.”

Blaine got his accidental chance at love or whatever Kurt might be. He doesn’t think he’d get so lucky next time. Best to leave the biking to ruthless people who would have taken out the stroller.

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Hi! Do you know if any fics where one of them is like the boss the other a worker under them? thank you!

Until Further Notice by @fictionallylost

Money can’t buy happiness. Businessman Kurt is still trying to figure that one out, and performer Blaine thought he knew what he wanted, until he came across a Personal Assistant Ad. A story of acceptance and love, from one’s self and that of others, more specifically, one other.

Made With Love: What To Do With Two Perfectly Attractive Single Men by  thatsoulforyouisinme

Take two single men, mix in a dash of sexual tension, and you either have a recipe for disaster or love. Kurt and the new employee, a graduate student by the name of Blaine Anderson, definitely have the makings of something…delicious.

Updated Links to my Stories on An Archive of Our Own - January, 28, 2017

Just adding the two new stories from the past couple weeks to the list.

I’m going to be doing some writing after this.  Not sure when the next story will be out. Hopefully sooner rather than later. I’ll keep you posted. :)

Here is the list….

Blaine Anderson Stark Series: (In series chronological order)

How I Met My Father:  Blaine has never met his real father. He knows of his father, he just doesn’t really know his father.

A Betrayal Of Trust:   Blaine after a rough week at school decides to pay a surprise visit his father whom he hasn’t seen since he got back from the disastrous trip to Afghanistan. To bad his timing sucks. (2 Parts)

Merry Christmas: When Blaine agreed to spend Christmas with Tony that first year he suddenly realizes that it has been a very long time since Tony had a family for Christmas.

Fake Boxing:  Arriving at Tony’s house in Malibu Steve finds Blaine alone jumping around and talking to himself and gets concerned. Turns out Blaine is just “fake boxing” and he gets a lesson on the video game technological machine.

Furniture:  Tony can’t help but notice Blaine’s energy and a strange fondness for climbing on furniture while performing.

Kidnapped: Blaine gets kidnapped a few days before Regionals.

Happy Birthday!?:  Only a couple weeks into their relationship Kurt meets Tony and the Avengers for the first time.

Doppelganger: While attending McKinley’s Night of Neglect with Kurt, Blaine can’t help but notice someone who looks extremely familiar. ***NEW***

New Directions: Tony finds out Blaine has changed schools and is not happy about it.

West Side Story: Tony being who he is and that no one knows about him and Blaine yet can’t attend opening night for West Side Story. So, Natasha of all people comes up with a plan.

Eye Patches:  Tony visits Blaine in the aftermath of the Bad performance.

Meet the Parents: Burt finally meets Blaine’s mysterious and elusive Father.

Removed: Tony gets the surgery to remove the arc reactor and Blaine waits by his bedside for him to wake up.

Outed:  Blaine wasn’t actively trying to keep it a secret just that they agreed it was best to not draw attention to it. Also known as The One where Sam has a big mouth in more ways than one.

Out In The Open:  The rest of the school finds out that Tony Stark is Blaine’s biological dad.

Code White: Blaine just wanted to get out for a few minutes and Jarvis won’t let him on Tony’s orders. When Clint offers to go with him Blaine quickly realizes that his Dad has been keeping important information from him.

Shooting Star: Blaine and Tony deal with the events of Shooting Star. ***NEW***

Put This On:  Where Tony really wants to spend the day with his son and repeatedly tries to get him to put a pillowcase over his head.

Big Brother:  While the New Directions are in L.A. for Nationals Cooper shows up to see Blaine and shows that he can actually be a supportive big brother to him.

Security Breech:  Blaine is showing Kurt around Stark Tower in New York when there is a security breech.

Graduation Day: Cooper and Tony are in town at the same time for Blaine’s High School Graduation. Things go less than smoothly on so many levels. (2 Parts)

Spotlight:  He thought when he agreed to cover a shift for Rachel at the Spotlight diner that he was in for a quiet night with Kurt and Santana. Unfortunately an old enemy of his father had other ideas.

Going Home: Blaine seeks out the comfort of his Dad after Kurt calls off the engagement. Turns out the rest of his odd little family wants to help too.

Non Blaine Anderson Stark Stories:

Secret and Lies: Based off of Blangst Prompt of the Day # 441: Blaine was lying about his parents reaction to the shooting because they were actually on holiday and told him they weren’t coming home even after the gun shot scare when he called his mum from the choir room.

Untitled Blangst:  Blaine gets attacked in the halls of McKinley by a familiar and angry face.

Truth or Spin

Klaine Advent: Day 11 - Kiss. 1185 words.

Kurt pulled back from the kiss to whoops and hollers, his cheeks just a little red and his lips even redder. He smirked at the assembled audience, bowing his head in acknowledgement of his own prowess.

“Yes, yes, I am a performer and a pleaser.”

Quinn snorted. “Like I didn’t please you just now, Hummel?” Her lips were similarly red and she was combing her fingers through her hair, trying to settle it back from where Kurt’s hands had mussed it up.

He winked at her, sinking back to his spot in the circle next to Blaine, taking his hand. “Of course, sweetheart, you’re a star.”

She smirked back, leaning over Rachel to boop him on the nose. “You weren’t so bad yourself.” She rolled her eyes as she sat back down. “Better than answering Artie’s question, anyway.”

Artie put up his hands, defensively. “Don’t hate the player, girl. We were all wondering.”

Rachel raised her hand. “I was not wondering if the old guy Quinn dated dyed his pubic hair, actually.”

“And isn’t it so fitting that she had to kiss Kurt who also dated an old guy?” Lauren Zizes piped in.

Kurt pouted, shooting her a look of betrayal. “How dare you? Walter was a sweetheart.” Blaine patted him on the knee.

“Well, Quinn spun, so I guess we’ll never know the answer to either of those questions,” Santana said, her nose crinkled in mild disgust. “You know the rules, Fabray: your turn. Pick a victim.”

Quinn’s smirk turned just a little evil. Calculating. She scanned the circle, mischief playing in her eyes. They landed on Tina.

“Ms. Tina Cohen Chang.” Quinn grinned. “Truth or Spin?”

It was one of those weird, rare, but also weirdly normal nights when the old New Directions were together in the same place. Well, not all of them. Puck was back on active duty and everyone felt the ache of the missing Finn. But they were happy. They were laughing. They were playing a stupid game, for old time’s sake.

Imagine you’re playing truth or dare. It can get pretty intense after a while, if you’re asked something you’d rather not tell or if you’re dared something you’d rather not do. But imagine spin the bottle. You don’t totally want to kiss all of your friends and even them it can get boring. Imagine putting them together: You can pick truth or spin, and if you don’t want to answer the truth, you pick spin as a forfeit. Everyone wins.

Tina sure seemed to think she had nothing to lose. “Truth.”

Quinn’s smile was feral. “How many sex dreams have you had about our dear Mr. Blaine Hummel-Anderson over here?”

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Glee Klaine AU___   Blaine’s secret

Kurt and Blaine are roommates. They really like each other but Blaine doesn’t want a steady relationship and he never explains why.

Fed up by this odd behavior, Kurt looks up in Blaine’s laptop for a clue, but he isn’t prepared for what he finds: Blaine apparently is a porn web performer.

(Other AUs here)