in which blaine takes a stand

don’t make me over

Kurt thinks today will just be an average day; he’ll go to work, he’ll pine for his friend-with-benefits Blaine (who he desperately wants to become more), and he’ll remind his boss for the millionth time that he doesn’t want to be set up with her son. It goes pretty much as he expects… well, sort of.

Written for @prompt-a-klainefic‘s Klaine Prompt Reversebang! This fic is based on this amazing piece of art by @quizasvivamos based on this prompt. A big thanks to the artist, who not only made this amazing art, but also made some follow up art based on the story, AND put up with my obnoxious emails about the fic. Also, thanks to teach for looking this fic over :) Hope you all enjoy <3

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Kurt’s alarm blares at 6:45AM, as it does every weekday morning. He sits up in bed, rubbing a hand over his face.

As he gets his bearings, sleep-fog clearing, he happens to catch sight of a head of dark curls pressed into a pillow, connected to some of the nicest shoulders he’s ever seen. He stares for a moment, then looks around.

Oh, fuck.

He jumps out of bed, which makes Blaine groan, arms curling around his pillow.

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Klaine one-shot - “Problem Areas” (Rated PG13)

Kurt comes home from a rare Saturday work day, eager to go out on a date with his husband. But he finds Blaine acting strange, withdrawn, with odd Sharpie marks all over his skin. (2100 words)

Okay, so, I’ve been a little down on myself, and this is something I’ve been toying around with. I just recently got motivated to finish it. This is something that actually happened to me a long time ago when I started modeling, I was just way sassier back then with how I handled it xD I don’t know for sure if they do it now, but to be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised. Warning for angst, body issues, self-esteem issues, and body shaming. Mention of Sam. Kurt and Blaine still attend NYADA, but Kurt works at Vogue.

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“Hey, honey! I’m home!” Kurt announces while he struggles with full hands to unlock the door to the loft. He’s relieved to finally be home. He hates working on Saturdays. Saturdays and Sundays are the only days he and Blaine get to spend 100% alone with each other. They turn off their phones, stay in bed all day, ignore the occasional knocks on the door from friends who can’t take a hint. Kurt loves his job at Vogue. He loves his boss, Isabelle. But Saturdays are reserved for him and his husband.

Thank God this only happens once in a blue moon.

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anonymous asked:

What do you hate about Klaine?

Anon, you’ve opened the floodgates. I hope you’re ready to be swept away by a massive rant. 

Back in the second season, around the time of the episode, Never Been Kissed, and the episode where Kurt and Blaine sang a lively and cute rendition of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”, I was fully on-board with the idea of Kurt and Blaine becoming a couple. Blaine represented something Kurt needed at the time; a charming sort of older mentor figure who could help Kurt to feel safe and secure and comfortable with who he was after Dave Karofsky made him fear for his life. 

Then… things started going awry. 

Kurt obviously had feelings for Blaine, and wanted to take things a step further. But, Blaine was interested in another man, this employee at a Gap store. And, he enlisted the Warblers and Kurt to help him publicly serenade this older, closeted man at his workplace with a very lewd and overtly sexual song that wound up getting the man fired. Which, Blaine showed very little remorse for. That was weird, and you could argue that Blaine is kind of oblivious, which might make his actions understandable. 

But, things just continued to devolve from there. 

Blaine instructed Kurt not to try out for solos, despite taking every solo for himself. 

Blaine instructed Kurt, flamboyant and ostentatious Kurt, not to stand out, even though Blaine, himself, would jump on top of furniture to draw attention to himself. 

He derided Kurt’s appearance, stating that Kurt had all the sex appeal of a “baby penguin”, and creepily overstepped boundaries by suggesting to Burt Hummel, Kurt’s father, that he should give Kurt “the talk”. 

He decided that he had feelings for Rachel after sharing a drunken kiss with her and singing a drunken duet with her, and dismissed Kurt’s criticisms of this impulsive behavior by insisting that he could be bi… only to determine at the end of the episode that he definitely wasn’t anything other than gay. 

Blaine was not at all impressed with the kilt Kurt designed to wear to the junior prom, and attempted to talk Kurt out of wearing it. You could argue that Blaine, who previously had issues with being harassed due to his sexuality, was trying to prevent another such altercation. But, Darren Criss played it as Blaine being a douchebag, especially when you compare Blaine’s reaction to Finn’s, who vocally approved of the kilt. 

At this point, I was no longer on-board with Klaine in any way, shape, or form. I honestly wanted Blaine to be removed from the show entirely, especially after his persisting presence caused the writers to abandon what could have been one of Glee’s most profound and emotionally moving story lines (that of Dave Karofsky). So, when I realized that Blaine was, in fact, sticking around through season three, I jumped ship. 

I created a Tumblr account in 2011, however, so I was able to keep up with the asinine plot threads the show attempted to weave during this time period. And, predictably, things with Kurt and Blaine only continued to get worse. 

Sebastian, a new Dalton Academy Warbler, wants to get into Blaine’s pants, and makes this quite clear to Blaine. Blaine has coffee dates with him, anyway, and even goes so far as to sexy-dance with him in front of Kurt, at a gay bar. 

After this, an intoxicated Blaine attempts to force himself on Kurt in the back of either his or Kurt’s car. Kurt vocally and physically resists, saying “no” multiple times, but Blaine refuses to oblige and Kurt actually has to push Blaine off of him. A riled up Blaine holds Kurt responsible and insists that he’s “sorry for trying to be spontaneous and fun”, before sulking off. 

This was the straw that broke the camel’s back for a me, and a lot of other people who were already either vehemently opposed to, or side-eyeing this travesty of a “relationship”. 

As I’ve already covered, though… things with Kurt and Blaine never improved. They continued to degenerate and become not just unhealthy, but outright abusive in several instances. 

This is an excellent post that delves into further detail of how Blaine is a selfish, controlling, emotionally manipulative piece of work that Kurt should have dumped to pursue any of his many other options, during the third season. 

If this isn’t enough to make Blaine/Klaine worthy of being hated, however, Blaine cheats on Kurt in season four, and blames Kurt for it. 

we've got tonight, babe

fandom: glee
pairing: blaine/sebastian
words: 2030
summary: Blaine takes Sebastian to Will and Emma’s wedding.
Seblaine Week 2017
- Day 1: Marriage/Arranged Marriage

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“You know, you’re not bad at this whole boyfriend thing.”

Sebastian hand falters as he starts the car but thankfully Blaine is buckling his seatbelt and doesn’t notice. They’ve been dating for a couple weeks now and Sebastian’s still not sure how it happened. He feels like he’s done nothing but fuck up with Blaine since he met him, so the casual confirmation that he’s doing something right is jarring.

But then, it’s early and he had just handed him coffee, meaning there’s a good chance Blaine’s only saying it because Sebastian’s enabling his caffeine addiction.

So he just smirks and says, “I don’t know why you’re surprised. I’m good at everything I do.”

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Running Home To You (Part 2) [a Barry Allen/Sebastian  Smythe imagine]

Request: The Running Home to You imagine tho…. Y U GOTTA DO ME LIKE THAT!!!!!! 😥😰😭😪 DA FEELS 👏🙌 I HOPE THERE IS A WEDDING SCENE 👰👫👬💕💍💎

a/n: MY FEELINGS MY FEEEEELINGS (i  know its not legal but shh)

Part 1

Sebastian gulps, straightening out his tie in the mirror. It’s like the one he used to wear back at Dalton. Except, instead of performing at sectionals or regionals, it’s his wedding day. Blaine brought Kurt and a few other Warblers, along with yours and Barry’s friends. “How do they look? Are they gorgeous? I mean,” he scoffs, “Who am I kidding? Of course they are. How many minutes do I have?” he rambles, spinning on the heel of his shiny black dress shoe.

Raising his hands, Blaine chuckles, looking back at his husband. Originally, Barry was a bit wary of having Blaine at the wedding (“He looks exactly like Music Meister; just with more hair gel!”), but after coaxing the speedster warmed up. “Woah there, Seb, we were actually coming to get you.” he chuckles, nodding his head. “Come on.”

With one final check of his hair, which he brushes behind his ear, he straightens his tie, following the pair to the hall. Pressing his hands to his black slacks, Sebastian inhales, stopping at the doors. They had figured Barry would be at the alter, then he would enter, followed by you. Squaring his shoulders, he sees Blaine and Kurt push the doors open; everybody stands up. Slowly, he pads down the aisle with Joe, tears hiding in his eyes as the music plays.

Joe smiles when they get to the end, nodding at his son before standing to the side. With a breath of air, Barry takes one of his fiance’s hands, grinning from ear to ear. “You look so handsome!” he giggles quietly, leaning towards his face.

“Well, you don’t look so bad yourself, B.” Sebastian whispers, tugging on one of the speedsters lapels, chucking at the little Flash symbol pinned on. He’s about to say more, but the music starts up again, so he stands up straighter, placing his hands in front of him.

The doors reopen and you emerge, holding onto (whoever’s) forearm. Your sparkly white dress cascades behind you as you walk, nervously peering at your friends. Sebastian slaps Barry’s chest; both of their mouths hanging open. Blushing, you step in front of the two men, wobbling slightly in your silver heels.

They both reach out to steady you, grinning. “You look…” Barry trails off, sucking in a breath, green eyes shimmering with tears.

“Amazing.” Sebastian finishes.


“Barry, Y/N, from the moment I met you two, I knew I was in love. I’ve always thought I’d marry a man and settle down and shit…” the Warbler laughs dryly, “In a way, I still am, but in addition to a wonderful man,” he smirks at Barry, turning to you, “I scored an absolutely gorgeous woman as well.” he beams, “And, the two of you make me better; you make me feel loved, wanted. I vow to make you both feel loved until my last breath- Y/N, please stop crying, you’re making me cry.” Sebastian chuckles, wiping his eyes.

You sniffle, waving your hand in front of your face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” you breathe, swallowing harshly as Barry rubs your arm. “Oh, is it my turn now?” you pant, looking around; people laugh quietly and Sebastian nods. “Okay, okay, um,” you swallow, trying to get ahold of yourself. “Boys, my beautiful boys,” you grin at them, “I love you more than the entire multiverse. You both are the complete opposites, and sometimes you get on my nerves, but at the end of the day, I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s not the same without the two of you.”

“Barry, I’ve loved you from the start. You’re so full of light and everything pure in the world and you let me be apart of that. When we need you, you’re there in a flash.” you pun, watching him wipe the corner of his eye, chuckling softly. “And Sebastian,” you turn to him, “Ever since you entered our lives, it’s been an adventure. Over time I began to love you. I learned how passionate you are and hardworking…” He sobs into his hand. “I remember the first time I needed you… You sang to me when Barry left… Your Song. That was the moment I knew I loved you.” you pout, trying not to break. “My vow is to always be there when you need me.” you swallow.

Biting his lip as the audience claps, Barry inhales, rubbing Sebastian’s back. “Hey, I still need to go.” he laughs, watching Sebastian get himself together, nodding. “Erm, well, Y/N, Bas, I’m not the best with words. I tend to ramble and get ahead of myself and make everyone awk-” Sebastian coughs. “-ward… Like now, heh.” he laughs quietly, “Anyway, you guys… are the loves of my life. Y/N, you had my heart right from the start. And, Bas, I know I wasn’t with you until after Flashpoint, but, god, I’m so glad we found you. The two of you are the lights of my life and… I’m so happy to have you.” he grins, “I vow to protect you whatever the circumstance; both of you.”

You sniffle, drying your eyes as Sebastian gulps his tears. As if practiced, Joe hands all of you the rings. You go first, picking up the gold band and turning. The Warbler cracks a smirk, eyeing how you slip the ring on his finger, kissing him. It’s salty because of how much he’s crying and you suck on his lip softly, pulling away. Then, Sebastian, through sobs, picks up the silver band, sliding it on Barry’s finger. They share a kiss, much like yours and Sebastian’s, before Barry is smiling at you. You hold your hand out, eyeing the way the speedster hesitates.

Thumbing the diamond, Barry grabs Sebastian’s hand, placing it on his. A little sob escapes the Warbler when they put the ring on your finger together. Both men kiss you as the audience cheers. Now, you are Mrs. Y/N Allen-Smythe.

Klaine: There’s Only Me, There’s Only You

Title: There’s Only Me, There’s Only You
Author: animeangelriku
Artist: lesorientales​ (now riotatttherite)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 11638
Summary: Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel started ice skating since they were little. When they meet again after having spent years apart, their passion for skating brings them closer than they could’ve ever imagined.

(Thank you so much to my wonderful artist, who was ever oh so patient with me. I hope I did your art justice! And I deeply apologize for having put this up after I was supposed to and for not having been able to send it to you complete before posting it. I hope you like the final result nonetheless!)

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Blaine shivered a little. No matter how many times he stepped inside an ice rink, the cold temperature of the room still caught him off-guard. And he wasn’t even on the ice yet.

“How you feeling?” Cooper asked, bumping his brother’s shoulder with his own.

“Kind of nervous,” Blaine answered.

“Oh, don’t be,” said Cooper, wrapping his arm around Blaine’s shoulders. “You’ll do just fine!”

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Klaine one-shot - “Rise of the Traitors” (Rated PG13)

Kurt has run away from the wizarding world, trying to escape the inevitable, but Blaine hunts him down to get him to change his mind. (2617 words)

Sorry for the vague summary, but a lot unfolds in this story and I don’t want to give it all away. This story is inspired by many different sources, but mostly from the argument about the prejudice that Slytherin House receives, how they are always perceived as evil, that it’s ignorant to see the students in that house as eventually only being on the Dark Lord’s side and that none of them would have wanted to fight against him. This story is from the standpoint of Slytherins who didn’t want to become Death Eaters and didn’t want to fight on that side, with a touch of Muggle-born discrimination tossed in.

This is my first attempt at a HP crossover. Don’t crucify me if I get something wrong. (P. S. I also don’t namedrop a lot in this story, to keep the focus on Kurt and Blaine)

This is also another re-write, for anyone reading who may recognize it <3

Harry Potter AU Slytherin!Kurt Slytherin!Blaine 

Warning for mention of blood, torture, and violence.

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“Pick a card, any card.” Kurt cuts his deck, shuffles it, and then fans the cards out for the perusal of the red-haired woman in front of him. Excited green eyes look over the cards - a brand new deck, opened at the start of the show, but none like any playing cards she’s ever seen before. Strange and intricate designs weave hypnotically on their backs, as if the pictures are changing before her eyes. She looks at Kurt. He gives her an encouraging smile and a wink. She giggles, biting it behind her lip and shifting her eyes away before her freckled face turns red to match her hair. Kurt smiles wider.

He’s got her.

She’s in for a few bucks at the end of his show at least.

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But This Love's Not Material, (Klaine, 1/1)

summary: There are a lot of ways to meet someone in New York; for Kurt and Blaine, it starts with a popped button on a shirt cuff and a helpful stranger. Read on A03.
notes: Inspired by suspenduedansmabulle’s encounter, and coincidentally written as a somewhat-belated birthday gift for her. Happy Birthday! :)


Blaine was having a fashion emergency.

A minor one, sure. The buttons on his right sleeve refused to close. But as he rushed his way through the New York streets while trying to single-handedly close them, he decided it was an omen for a worse day ahead. He was verging on late for his callback audition and now he’d probably get there and fall off the stage and be blacklisted from performing forever on the planet of Earth and have to move to Mars to become an alien fugitive.

(Maybe last night’s Midnight Madness alien-themed movie marathon down in Greenwich with Sam hadn’t been the best idea.)

He turned a corner, the button slipped through his fingers again, and he gave up. Violating all New Yorker etiquette, he stopped in front of the first person he saw and said, “Please, could you help me out? My button, I’m in a rush …”

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The Golden Trio

Mercedes drags Kurt out trick-or-treating to the nicer part of Lima. 

This is my contribution to @todaydreambelieversfic round robin event! I actually really enjoyed writing this, so thanks for giving me the opportunity :) Make sure you read the first and second parts of the round robin first! They’re super cute! 

This is set in 2009! I’d put it anywhere between Preggers and Throwdown.

Kurt feels incredibly stupid. Quite frankly, he doesn’t think he has ever been this nervous about an ensemble before – and he wore a corset to school once.

“Stop fiddling,” Mercedes smacks his hand with her wand. He pulls it back from where he’d been adjusting the red wig on his head with a hiss of pain. “You look fine.”

“I look like a moron,” Kurt says, catching sight of his reflection in the bus window.

When Mercedes had first suggested Ron and Hermione, Kurt thought it was a fantastic idea. Mercedes already had the right hair for Hermione, and Kurt was sure he’d be able to pull off redhead as well as he pulled off everything.

He was wrong.

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“The Kissing Disease” - Kurt/Blaine

Blaine wasn’t sure what to expect when he rang the doorbell at the Hummel-Hudsons’ home. He restlessly tapped his toes inside his shoes, waiting and imagining what might await him on the other side of the door. Would Kurt be even colder than usual, if that were possible? Or would he be flushed and warm for once, with a fever? Would he be sniffly? Did he have a sore throat? How the hell did vampires get sick?

Here’s some supernaturally-tinted sick!fic schmoop, taking place during “Silly Love Songs” in canon and  featuring two boys who don’t know what the hell they’re doing but are slowly figuring it out

Part 17 of the Wax Verse. Kurt’s a vampire, Blaine’s a werewolf, etc. For the rest of the out-of-chronological-order verse thus far: Wax Masterpost

Warnings: a little bit of vom, but it’s “off-camera” if you will, not graphic. Also, the briefest, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it allusion to someone purposefully having their arm cut, but again, it’s off-camera and isn’t actually depicted in the story

3800 words 


Hmm. What does one wear when hanging out with your best friend on Valentine’s Day?

Blaine stood in front of his closet, contemplating. The red polo in his hands might have been perfect, but did he want to wear it with his heart-print bowtie, as annoying and constricting as that might feel right now? Should he leave it loose and casual? Then there was an even more relaxed option, his favorite burgundy cardigan and a white henley—but was that festive enough? He’d seen Kurt’s outfits. He knew what he was dealing with.

His heart jolted a little when his phone buzzed and Kurt’s name popped up.

“Good morning! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Blaine chirped as he answered the phone, holding his cardigan in front of himself in the mirror. Yes, he looked good in burgundy, and the henley would be so much more comfortable on his moon-itchy body than a buttoned-up polo, so—

“Happy…” Kurt trailed off, coughing, until he let out a tired sigh and groaned, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Blaine.” 

Blaine went tense immediately. Kurt sounded exhausted, his voice soft and low and weary—and since when did vampires get coughing fits? “What’s wrong? You sound… sick.”

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Fic: Partners

anon prompted: “kurt and blaine are partnered together for a school project where you have to take care of a fake baby,” and then I added the nerd/badboy trope for good measure. Probably more fluff than actual development, PG-13, ~1700 words. 

“Everyone got a wristband? Good. Once you’ve got those on, listen for your name and come up with your partner to get your baby,” Mr. Hopkins said. “In an effort to be more socially aware-” he rolled his eyes - “we’ve put together some heterosexual pairs and some homosexual pairs. The assignments were random and no, you cannot switch partners, I don’t care what reason you have. Got it?”

Murmurs of displeasured understanding ran through the room.

“Awesome. Great. Whatever. Anderson and Hummel, come get your baby,” he continued.

Kurt nearly fell out of his desk in shock.

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A Spontaneous Adventure

This is my 2016 Fic Exchange contribution, and this one’s for @lilyvandersteen​! The ao3 post is here, where you can take a look at the prompts I used for inspiration. Thanks to my beta, Megan, and @todaydreambelievers​ for helping to make this happen! I hope you like it even though it’s shorter than I originally wanted.

summary: Kurt wakes up the morning after the Tony Awards, but it turns out he had a much more eventful night than he remembers.

Kurt’s head is pounding. The painful rhythm drags him awake against his best efforts to stay asleep and put off the world of reality and sobriety, with blurry vision he slowly blinks away. His first instinct is to reach for his phone, which sits on the nightstand next to him, filled with unread messages and missed calls.

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anonymous asked:

I'd like to request for the prompt with the cute bike delivery guy. For Klaine, please. :)

my friend can’t stop talking about how they want to set me up with their other friend so we start texting each other and they’re hilarious but shy about meeting and ALSO there’s a cute bike delivery guy who brings my mail at work and winks at me whenever i sign for a package AU

Klaine Bingo: Crush

“Who are you texting?”

I just finished Patie’s autobiography for the 8th time and I am still blown away by her accomplishment

Patie Lupone is America’s finest jewel

What about Billy Joel?

Billy is not a jewel, he’s the literal salt of the Earth

My bad ;)


Barbra’s book about design was a revelation, highly recc’ed!

No kidding?

Would I joke about design and Barbra, Blaine?

Of course not, forgive me? *^*

Are those puppy eyes, Blaine?

You’ll find out when we meet ;)


Kurt looks up from his screen, only to find Mercedes and Santana looking at him with fond smirks—only those two girls can pull it off—as he has his thumbs at the ready to keep talking to Blaine.

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Wide Awake

Summary: Prompt: Person B being the cuddly kind when asleep and Person A being the kind that unconsciously kicks you off the bed.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Words: 2108
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When Kurt and Blaine first begin sleeping together, it isn’t long before they realize they still have a lot to learn about each other.

Though they’ve been friends now for over a year, (and lovers for a decently-sized fraction of that time) Blaine finds he’s discovering new things about his boyfriend every day. More specifically, he’s learning new things about him at night: how Kurt likes to be kissed for a long time as a form of foreplay, that he seems to enjoy being the one in control, that he’s most sensitive between his thighs. They’re small, nuanced revelations that probably come with the territory when you start having sex with someone, but Blaine cherishes each one of them dearly as they appear.

The most surprising thing that Blaine learns however, does not come while they’re having sex.

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"Landing On Your Feet" - Kurt/Blaine

Kitty!Kurt/human!Blaine.  Warnings for: sex during “heat”, brief mentions of past abuse, brief size kink, brief conception kink (no actual conception).

Blaine is buying champagne when Rachel calls. The liquor store is crowded; he’s worried that if he puts his bottles down to answer her they’ll be grabbed up before he has a chance to defend them, so he cradles his phone between his jaw and shoulder and taps the accept button with his chin.

“You would not believe the acrobatics that I just managed to answer you with my face,” he says.

“You are amazing.” She pauses. “Dare I ask?”

He laughs. It wouldn’t be the first time that she’s interrupted him in the middle of something that had required the full dedication of all of his limbs. “I’m making a very hasty champagne purchase. Competition is fierce. Last minute party invitation.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“Nothing personal, just a director who I’ve been trying to get face time with.” He frowns. “I could try and swing the plus one angle if you’ve changed your mind about staying home with the in-laws.”

"No, thank you, darling. This is a business call, unfortunately. I didn’t want to bother you this close to the holiday, but I’m out of options. We had a stray dropped off five minutes before closing and I can’t take him. Howard’s parents are using the spare bedroom and his father is terribly allergic. Every single one of my other fosters are either out of town, hosting guests, or celebrating already.”

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Fic: Taste of Defeat

Summary: Klaine AU. Blaine is a third year NYADA student, star of his class. He’s ripped and skilled. The last thing he expects is competition from the fit new freshman, Kurt Hummel, in his stage combat class. The guns show. Equal footing. Blaine definitely doesn’t expect the result.

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Taste of Defeat

Blaine feels something the first time he sees him - the new kid in his first stage combat class of his junior year. First of all, the kid’s a freshman. In a third year stage combat class. Trained in martial arts or something, the teacher explains. How fancy. Though apparently he taught himself. Oooooh. 

But it’s when they start sparring that he feels it. He, the freshman - Kurt Hummel - is paired off with someone. Kurt is skins, and he hears the ever-annoying tries-too-hard Nico say under his breath, it’s the guns show. A slightly intimidated compliment previously reserved only for him. 

Kurt moves like a cross between a Jedi fighter and a ballerina. Kicks high. Punches sharp. He’s breathtaking. Blaine knows what he’s feeling. Threatened.

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Fic: The Perfect Partner

Based off the post:  “So we’ve never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we’re showering at the same time and we sing duets.” AU and prompted by an anon.

~1200 words, unbelievably fluffy, G.

Kurt wasn’t sure why the genius who designed his apartment building had placed the bathrooms of neighboring apartments next to each other, but he knew that if he ever met the person, he’d probably end up in jail before the day’s end.

“Why would you do this?” he muttered to himself as he undressed. “The same pipe feeds both of our apartments, so I’m definitely going to run out of hot water since someone next door is already showering. Did no one think about this while they were designing the building?”

Still grumbling wordlessly, he hopped in the shower and cranked up the handle as warm as it would go, figuring that was the only way he’d get even lukewarm water at this point. In an attempt to cheer himself up, he decided to sing a Disney song as he lathered up his hair.

“All my life has been a series of doors in my face, and then suddenly I bump into you.”

Kurt almost dropped his conditioner bottle directly on his big toe when the person in the other shower jumped in with Hans’ part.

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Fic: And Learn to See

And Learn to See
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
AU future fic - set about twenty years into a future in which Kurt and Blaine haven’t met. Until they do.
Word count: 5,100

Summary: Kurt has a store cat, a few loyal celebrity clients, and a retail clerk who’s a little terrified of him. He doesn’t want for anything.

Notes: This story was made much better, and given a title beyond “boutique fic - doc,” by damnpene - thank you!

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On a tree-lined block of Elizabeth Street in Soho stands a quiet boutique with a simple sign out front. Kurt Hummel, Men’s Clothing. It’s been there for over ten years now: one of a few high-end boutiques on this block at first, now surrounded by flashier neighbors, stores with big plate-glass windows facing the street and no one behind the counter who could tell a half-Windsor from a four-in-hand. The sort of people who shop in those stores might peer in the window at Kurt Hummel, but they keep on walking. Which is fine with Kurt Hummel, men’s clothing designer.

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