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Klaine one-shot - “Between a Rock and a Hard Place” (Rated PG13)

Relentlessly bullied by Karofsky, Azimio, and Puck, Blaine is given the option of either taking a beating, or kissing Kurt Hummel, the infamous leader of McKinley’s Skanks. Blaine can’t deny that he’s always fantasized about kissing Kurt, but whereas messing with the jocks will get his face flattened, crossing paths with Kurt may just get him killed. 

But what a way to go ;) (3597 words)

This doesn’t really have a time period, but I wrote it as if it were set in the 80s. It’s not obvious. It’s kind of in the details. Dedicated to @hkvoyage who has always been so supportive of me trying to cram as many Klaine Advent Drabbles as possible into my December fics. I think I got up to “part” with this one xD Also, I don’t really name The Skanks aside from Lauren, but my thinking is Santana, Brittany, Quinn, Lauren, Tina, and some other sixth person. Maybe Mercedes? I don’t know. Warning for angst, bullying, mention of bullying related violence. Skank Kurt Hummel. Nerd Blaine Anderson.

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“Well, well, well, what have we here?” Karofsky chuckles as he throws Blaine through the bathroom door. Blaine flies across the tile floor like a rag doll, passed off from jock to jock until he reaches his final destination – the single foot of space between the last sink and the bathroom wall. After months of being tossed around like a sack of potatoes, he’s learned that bracing for the fall hurts worse than just letting it happen. If he’s limp, he runs less of a chance of breaking an ankle, or a wrist, which would devastate him considering the fact that he’s a musician. Any damage to his hands would wreck his life far longer than the lunch hour these guys plan on torturing him.

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anonymous asked:

I just read Unsteady by theoreoqueen. It's kinda new and it's an adult BadBoyBlaine fic! I loved it. If it's not in our library it should be!

Oh, it most definitely IS in the library!

Unsteady by theoreoqueen

Kurt Hummel’s greatest enemy was his college roommate. Tattooed, pierced, and having a reputation of sleeping with every guy on campus, Blaine Anderson seemed to have an idiotic idea that Kurt was madly in love with him. Which, granted, wasn’t far from the truth.

Types of Ships
  • Ships: the average joe
  • Boats: tiny ships that don't last for too long
  • Submarines: unknown/widely unpopular ships
  • Ghost ships: sunken ships that still sail, where one/both sides of the ship have died
  • Battleships: antis; they sink other ships for their own benefit, and are the cause of many ships wars
  • Water Police: they are the peaceful kind; they ship anything, and are always trying to (unsuccessfully) prevent ship wars
  • The Titanic: huge ships, usually OTPs that everyone knows are going to sink at some point
  • The Ark: end-game OTPs. Like it or not, everyone knows they're going to happen
Klaine fic - “Need for Speed” (Rated NC17)

Kurt Hummel moves from California to Lima after his dad’s heart attack causes them to lose their repair shop. Kurt leaves his prestigious performing arts school and any chance of moving to New York and getting into NYADA. His only other joy in life is custom tuning cars, but his father doesn’t approve. Things seem to get back on track when he joins the Dalton Crew as their mechanic, behind his father’s back. He’ll make the money he needs as long as he can put up with the unwanted attention of Sebastian Smythe. But, how will his dreams change after he meets the head of the McKinley Crew, Blaine Anderson, who decides that winning Kurt Hummel will be his next big challenge?

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (1086 words)

The next afternoon, an exhausted Kurt leaned over the engine of a beat-up Suzuki Esteem, blinking his heavy eyelids every five minutes to keep them open while simultaneously trying to stifle a yawn.

“Is that Suzuki finished yet, Kurt?” Burt yelled from his office.

“Not yet,” Kurt groaned, wincing as his dad’s voice echoed painfully in his ears.

Burt watched his son sink farther into the engine of that car without actually accomplishing anything, becoming concerned about his son’s sudden decline in work ethic.

“Why are you dragging your feet today?”

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