“Mark my words, Anderson: you’re gonna owe me $50 when this is all over. Falcons have the lead and they’re not letting it go.”
Blaine shakes his head and sets three cold beers and a fresh, warm bowl of cheese dip on the coffee table as he rejoins his in-laws in front of the TV. “Oh, I’m just ‘Anderson’ when there’s a game on the line, huh?”
“You’re just ‘Anderson’ whenever you’re in a Patriots jersey,” Burt laughs, elbowing Blaine just hard enough to tip him over a little on the couch.
We’re back for day 2 of Fearlessly’s SPOTLIGHT. Happy reading.
Day 2: Recs!
It was really hard choosing the
stories I wanted to recommend because all the fic in my catalogue are special
to me for different reasons. And, I would like all of my stories to be read, so
coming up with a list of only five was tough. Anyway, without further ado and
in no particular order:
couldn’t (and didn’t want to) single out any particular story from this dom!Kurt
/ sub!Blaine series, so I am recommending the whole lot of them. Currently,
there are ten instalments with many more to come. The thing I like most about
this series is the dynamic between Kurt and Blaine. They are in an established
relationship, very much equals, irrevocably in love, and really enjoy their
Inspiration has come from all
the wonderful dom/sub fanfiction I have read. D/s is a favourite trope of mine,
so naturally I wanted to try my hand at writing it, and found that I enjoy it
Kurt arrived in the loud and still
very crowded club to find Blaine lying on top of the bar shirtless, with an
array of women and men surrounding him. He had a wedge of lime in his mouth and
a trail of salt from his navel to the low-rise waist of his pants. A pretty
blonde was just about to lick the salt off when Kurt squeezed her shoulder and
dragged her off of him. “Party’s over! Shoo!”
The crowd scattered reluctantly. Kurt’s
eyes darkened as he looked down at the mess that was his husband. His chest was
wet with saliva and alcohol. His curls were dishevelled and decorated with
confetti, which would have been cute under different circumstances, his eyes
were shiny and glazed over, and his pants had wet blotches from spilled
alcohol… — taken from the sixth instalment, You and
story was written in response to a prompt in the Glee Prompt Meme and in
correlation with Five Years of Klaine. What I like most about this story is the
fact that neither Kurt nor Blaine is perfect. They make mistakes, but at the
same time, won’t settle for less than what they really want – which is, each
Inspiration: Inspiration came from bird_in_a_cage’s
“Kurt moves into the
apartment across from Blaine’s, and they are both immediately intrigued by each
other. Trouble is Blaine got engaged just the week before Kurt’s arrival.”
also like to point out that she offered a “bonus for wall-sex scene”. Who was I
to deny that?
It took a while for
Blaine’s brain to register that Kurt was talking to him because, Holy Mother of
God, was the man in front of him a sight to behold. The sheen of sweat that
covered his pale skin made him look even more radiant. The white tee shirt he
wore was a little grimy from the boxes, but that added to the appeal. And that
throat … that milky throat, which moments ago was on full display working as it
swallowed water, made Blaine forget all about the fact that he was an engaged
man because all he wanted to do in that moment was push Kurt into the wall and
fuck him senseless.
the very first daddies!Klaine fic that I wrote, so that alone makes it special
to me. What I like most about it is that it follows Kurt and Blaine through
their ups and downs, starting from when their first child is born to when their
children leave the nest and become young adults themselves. Another reason I
like this one is because it is the first fic where I involved other Glee characters
and ships as supporting storylines. It was a fun one to write and I’ve often
thought about creating a series of one-shots to compliment it.
Inspiration: After watching “Dreams Come
True” and seeing that Klaine remained loving husbands, had successful careers,
and were about to become parents, I knew I had to write my version of the
events that followed, because even though we got so much Klaine in the series
finale, there was so much that was missing.
Blaine, and Zavier stood in their living room and watched as Dalton and Jeremy
descended the stairs. Kurt already had tears in his eyes and, when he saw the
couple all dressed up, he couldn’t stop them from falling. Blaine, who was
equally emotional, put his arms around Kurt’s shoulders as he saw the boys in
their graduation suits. They were both perfectly tailored – of course; Kurt had
made sure they were. Their suits were black with crisp white shirts. Jeremy’s
was accented with a plum coloured tie and kerchief. Dalton had chosen a deep
“You guys look so handsome,” Kurt whispered. “Come. I need to get a
picture.” Dalton and Jeremy clasped hands and stood at the foot of the stairs.
By now, they knew the drill. Kurt liked to get multiple pictures from every
angle possible. They posed and smiled while Zavier, in true Zavier fashion,
photo bombed them at every opportunity he got.
this story to share with you because it was a pretty difficult one for me to
write. I am proud that I was able to finish it. Also, it ticks a lot of
different boxes – there’s a big dose of “romangst” - heavy on the angst, as
well as hurt / comfort, daddies!Klaine, and a few kick-ass supporting
characters, including Auntie Tina and none other than Lord Tubbington.
Inspiration: I’m not sure any particular
thing or person inspired this story. I think it was just my desire to write a
dose of (fictional) reality and some angst.
They sat beside each other in
silence, but with their hands clasped together. It had been a long time since
they held hands. Blaine really couldn’t remember the last time. He had always
loved the feeling it gave him – of love … of friendship … of belonging. The
physical union was a symbol of them belonging to each other. It reminded him of
a time when they had been best friends. They laughed. They kissed. They made
love … they were in love.
And then it all changed. He knew
that the hand holding wouldn’t last. Once the doctors told them that Bea would
be okay and Kurt felt safe again, he would take his hand away and that would be
it. Blaine knew, but right now his husband’s hand was clutched in his and he
wasn’t going to let it go until Kurt forced him to. He squeezed it just a
little tighter and caressed his thumb over Kurt’s knuckles…
is one of my favourites of mine. It is heavy on the Blangst, hurt/comfort, and
has a nice dose of the biggest Klaine shipper of them all, Burt Hummel. It is
also the first fic in which I used / wrote flashbacks.
Inspiration: This story idea stemmed after I
re-watched “A Wedding” and wondering what would have happened if Kurt had said
no? What if he hadn’t agreed to spontaneously marry Blaine? That was the seed
of the story and it just grew from there.
Kurt knew those eyes by heart. He knew when they were happy
or excited or sad or in pain – but he had never seen them like this. He saw
pain but also something so much worse - devastation.
Blaine cried unabashedly. His voice was pleading and
hysterical, “Kurt, this is it. Everything… we’ve worked so hard for… ends right
now. Is that really what you want?”
His hazel irises searched for any signs of recant from
Kurt. When Kurt remained silent, he added with a sob, “Because… I love you… so
much - but if you walk away from me now… know that it will be for the last
Blaine struggled to stay upright. He could barely breathe
but forced himself to continue. “Because my heart will not survive this time; I
will never be able to love again – not you, not anyone.”
Klaine fic - “The Summoning - Part 2″ (Rated NC17)
Kurt has just been jilted by his long-time boyfriend for the last time, and he’s going to do something about it.(2851 words this chapter)
So, I know that this story has kind of been on hiatus, but after seeing Darren Criss as The Music Meister on The Flash, it kind of kicked my brain back into gear. I hope to have more of this up when I can, but I hope you enjoy this second part. Let me know in the tags. The more comments I get, the more I’ll write <3 Inspired by the photo above. Warnings for sexual content, what might be considered dub-con but not entirely, and mention of Finn (alive and well).
“Who … who are you?”
Kurt pulls his hand from the man’s grasp and a strange spark of pain arises
from letting go. Kurt’s hand wants to
go back, wants to hold this man’s hand. Still, Kurt takes a step back, then
another as he thinks of a way to escape. What spell can he use? What
incantation will distract this man so he can make a break for it? “Why are you
“Like I said,” the man
says, picking debris off the sleeves of his black coat, “my name is Blaine. And
I’m here because you summoned me.”
“Th-that’s … that’s
impossible,” Kurt argues, walking backward through the door to his living room.
If he can make it to the fire escape,
then maybe … “I’m … I’m not strong enough to summon a person.”
“Oh darling” - Blaine smiles,
sinister but sensual, dangerous yet dapper - “you have no idea how strong you truly
“So… you met each other… when exactly?” Kurt raises an eyebrow, pointing at you and Sebastian; blue eyes squinted. Blaine rests a hand on his boyfriend’s black and white skinny jeans. A hum of agreement echoes through the room.
Biting your lip, you glance up at Sebastian, tilting your head. Should you tell them? He wraps his arms around your waist, fingers gripping the soft pale orange fabric of your sundress. His blue and green rugby shirt scrunches at his firm stomach when he slumps back in the plastic chair. “You… can… dire (say).” he whispers, focusing on his words.
You smile brightly, folding your hands in your lap as you turn. This story has always been your favorite. “Well…” you start, ducking your head, blush forming. He grins, waiting for the story. “Sebastian had just started learning English…”
Sebastian had just started learning English because of the big move to America. He didn’t know a lot of words, so he was at a disadvantage. Frowning, he watched his converse take steps on the musty sidewalk, heading towards the store. They were out of milk at home and his mother thought it would be a good experience for him to go on his own.
When he strutted in, his hazel eyes scan the upper aisle headings. He couldn’t read English that well. At least, not at the moment. Deciding to just ‘wing it’ (he heard somebody say that), he looked down each aisle. Did this…Walmart, have everything? His head was spinning.
“E-excuse moi- I mean, me. Excuse me?” he tapped your shoulder, gulping when you spin around to face him. Oh geez, you were really attractive. Sebastian blushed, suddenly feeling self conscious of his white ‘I <3 America’ shirt. “Erm… you know…where…lait (milk)?” he asked, waving his hands awkwardly. Your eyebrows furrow, creating a small crease. “Mi-lk?” he coughed, tugging his chestnut locks.
Your eyes widened and you open your mouth. “Milk? Where’s t- oh, okay!” you beamed, smiling at him. He laughed, nodding with a ‘oui (yes)’. “I’ll show you!” you motioned forward, striped sweater hitting your stomach. “Are you French? I’m Y/N, by the way.” you grinned, walking towards the dairy section.
“Oui.” he flashed a flirty smile. “I am Sebastian… You are…um…” His face went red. “A cute T?” he tried, watching you laugh. Well, America has one thing Sebastian liked.
Santana fake gags, “Ugh, that was terrible, chipmunk.”
“It is…my…préféré récit (favorite story).” Sebastian whispers, kissing your cheek.
“Well, so should I, so I guess we’re both at fault.” Kurt kneels
down to pick up his dropped books, a few of them being handed to him while he
shuffles through a mess of papers that are part his sheet music and part
someone else’s Music Theory notes. He passes the notes along to their owner,
peeking up and smiling at a set of hazel eyes he’s seen more than once, a pair
of rosy lips he’s envied time and again, and a face he’s wanted to find the
nerve to talk to, but hadn’t yet.
This isn’t the way that Kurt wanted to meet this man,
colliding with him on his way out of the NYADA campus coffee shop, but he’s not
Blaine had never put much thought into what it would be like to be
someone’s prisoner, but he never imagined that if and when the time
came, he would actually enjoy it.
The Wildlings, well… they live
up to their name, that much is certain. Their nights are loud and
boisterous, like one big begrudging family when they circle around
campfires and eat and sing and drink and taunt each other. These nights
are more like the dinners Blaine had with his half-brother, Cooper, back
at Winterfell, than the dinners Blaine endured at Castle Dalton with
his oath-brothers in the Night’s Watch. But Blaine sticks out like a
sore thumb in his heavy black furs, the Wildlings’ gray and white coats
blending like camouflage in the snow. He is still an outsider, if a
benign one they’ve grown accustomed to.
Though the Wildlings—or,
the Free Folk, as they call themselves—don’t trust him, call him “the
baby crow” and eye him with suspicion wherever he walks, they’ve stopped
pulling their weapons on him whenever he gets too close or strays too
far. Well, Kurt still pulls his bow on him at random from time to time,
or his dagger if Blaine’s close enough and he’s in that sort of mood,
but Kurt also calls him “the pretty crow” when he’s feeling charitable.
Klaine one-shot - “Come to the Cabaret!” (Rated NC17)
Blaine has big plans for his and Kurt’s first weekend alone in the loft, plans that turn out to be a little bit racier than Kurt ever dreamed his sweet, dapper boyfriend would make. Kurt does his best to help pull them off, but they hit one little snafu … (2138 words)
Takes place Blaine’s senior year of high school while Kurt’s living in New York. Written for @sunshineoptimismandangels, inspired by her one-shot Santa Baby, which you should all go and read (after you read mine xD)
“Did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get
“Hold on, Blaine!” Kurt chuckles, switching his messenger bag strap
and his phone to his left shoulder in order to get his keys out of his right
pants pocket. “I just got home! I’m not even inside yet!”
“Was there anything outside the door?” Blaine asks.
“No, but there wasn’t anything in the mailbox, either, so Rachel
might have brought the mail in before she went to work. I told her after our
last call that you would be sending me something so she knew to look out for
“Well, tell me if you see a box anywhere when you get inside.”
“A box?” Kurt slides the loft door open and takes a quick look
around. “You didn’t say anything about a box. How big a box are we talking
“Not too big,” Blaine promises. “About the size of small
moving box maybe?”
“I don’t see …” Kurt’s search stops in the kitchen. “Wait a
minute … yup, here it is, on the kitchen table.” Kurt looks over the box,
plain and brown, with nothing printed on it that would give Kurt a clue as to
what might be inside. “Please tell me
this one’s not full of puppets like the last one.”