sorry this is kinda vague but do you know any fics where new directions/warblers/any of their friends think that Kurt and Blaine are all like pure/innocent/virgins but then find out they are the opposite
Blaine has befriended the rest of the New Directions guys. In return, they become obsessed with his and Kurt’s sex life. (They’re pretty sure it doesn’t exist and have agreed that, if it does, it probably involves lots of candles and flower petals. But they need to make sure.) Meanwhile, Kurt and Blaine are in an established, happy, sexual Dom/sub relationship, and they’re getting increasingly desperate because people keep interrupting their time alone. Things…well, things escalate.
Summary: When erotica author Kurt Hummel follows the hot guy from the book convention party back to his hotel room, he thinks it’s simply a chance to spark his lackluster sex life. But when a scheduling change finds him sharing a speaker’s podium with his one night stand, he discovers that he has hooked up with Blaine Anderson, America’s darling of children’s literature. Can the writer of a popular erotic serial find love with the author who has made bow ties the literary and fashion trend of children everywhere? Kama Seusstra follows both their efforts to navigate an unlikely relationship as well as their stories: “Out at Home”, an online erotic serial set in the world of professional baseball, and “The Brave Little Bow Tie”, a children’s story about a bow tie trying to find his place in the world.This is a story of sex, love and the hard choices we make to balance happiness and success.
Got an anon this morning asking me to fill this prompt. So I did.
TW: Self harm, depression. Rating: T Summary: It’s all harmless fun, as long as you’re not the one being harmed.
Kurt notices there’s something wrong with Blaine pretty quickly. The way he acts around Kurt is strange. Like he can’t stand to be in Kurt’s presence. He flinches around Kurt, shrinks in on himself and hides, then hurries out of the room as fast as he can. At night in the bed they share, he curls up on his own side of the bed in the tightest little ball he can manage, and he doesn’t even relax when Kurt wraps him up in his embrace. Usually, Kurt being the big spoon will solve all of Blaine’s problems.
The real problem is that he doesn’t talk. Blaine always tries to talk to figure things out, but whatever’s bothering him now is so big that he doesn’t want to talk. Kurt doesn’t think it’s anything he’s been doing, because why would it be? So what if Kurt’s been texting Jason nonstop and meeting him for coffee every day. They’re just friends. Kurt is allowed to have gay male friends that are not Blaine.
Kurt waits for Blaine to come to him, as he always has in all the years they’ve been together and the two years they’ve been married. It’s been a great two years, until Blaine got all sulky and weird. Kurt shrugs it off and picks up his phone to text Jason. He reads over their conversations, smiling at the little flirty messages. It’s harmless fun. It’s always harmless.
this shirt is just an old faded piece of cotton - in which i read vosje's cute redecorating fic and then my mind made me sad aka the fic where kurt accidentally wears one of finn’s old t-shirts whilst decorating the nursery.
~1.6k words, mentions of character death
Kurt runs his fingers through his hair and finishes arranging the old sheets across the oak floorboards of the nursery. The baby isn’t due for quite a few months yet. In fact, the doctor only confirmed with Quinn the pregnancy two weeks beforehand but Kurt and Blaine are eager to get a head start.
Blaine’s appetite returns with a vengeance a few days into the second trimester.
“I can’t stop thinking about Lo Mein,” he announces, dropping his satchel and slipping off his shoes. “That’s weird, right? Like all day it just pops into my head, you know what would be good? Lo Mein.”
Kurt hmmms and pats the couch next to him. Blaine sits propped on the armrest, plops his feet in Kurt’s lap and wiggles his socked toes for Kurt to rub. He looks better, Kurt notices, radiating his usual energy and brilliance, but more so. Like he’s…well. Like he’s glowing, Kurt supposes.
“I know we don’t have any room in the budget for takeout, but…” Blaine wheedles with a pout.
“I think we can scrounge up a little extra for your Lo Mein needs.”
Blaine cheers and makes the call while Kurt digs into the soft arches of his feet. He places the order, a little breathless, then finally hangs up the phone and drops it onto the table with a groan. “That feels amazing.”
And that is something Kurt hasn’t heard in a while. With Kurt worrying most the time and Blaine either exhausted or sick or both, intimacy has been scarce.
“So…” Kurt says, one hand drifting up Blaine’s calf, fingers skirting the inside of his thigh. “I see you’re feeling better.”
andersonhummels prompted: whispers kid blaine stealing his dad’s stethoscope and using it on his friend kurt to make sure he’s not sick (501 words)
Kurt kicks his feet in the pool, staring at the way the impossibly blue water splashes up. He’s not technically supposed to be out by the Andersons’ pool by himself, but for some reason Blaine, looking concerned after Kurt sneezed a few times at the smell of chlorine, ran inside the house, shouting that he’d be right back.
“Kurt!” Blaine slides the squeaky glass door shut behind him. Kurt holds a hand over his eyes to squint through the sun’s glare on the concrete because there’s something around Blaine’s neck that wasn’t there before. Blaine draws up next to him and Kurt realizes he has a stethoscope, like the one his doctor uses. “I’m gonna make sure you’re not sick.”
Very serious warning with this part. There’s nothing that really happens in this section that would require a warning beyond the general one I’ve given, but things get very intense in this part of the story. This was very hard to write, and I imagine it will be very hard to read. Please, make sure you’re in a good place before you read it, and also, as always - this doesn’t reflect everyone’s experience.
Warning: These stories all revolve around an AU world where Kurt and Blaine both have serious mental health disorders and end up rooming together at a boarding school geared towards special education. I work in mental health, so I’m familiar with this stuff and will try to be as accurate as possible, but please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction. There will be some angsty parts and some happy parts and many parts that are in-between, and I don’t have a definitive plan in mind other than a happy ending.
Also, Kurt and Blaine are in the same grade here, both juniors at the start of the story.
This part is PG-13, 2478 words
October 2011, Part 1 ~ Midnight
Blaine loved classes, except the last few in the afternoon when his mind typically turned to Kurt, Kurt, Kurt because they hadn’t seen each other for so many hours. It helped, though, that last period this year was English. Blaine loved English, and books, and stories. They had just finished Among the Hidden, which was really, really good except the parts that were scary and sad, and next they were going to read Walk Two Moons, which Blaine was really excited for because Kurt said it was one of his favorite books from middle school.
Only Blaine hadn’t been able to concentrate today, not as much as usual. He was feeling jumpier, like he had to get out of his seat, and for some reason everything was bothering him. He’d been a few minutes late for breakfast this morning because he got distracted in the shower, and then Kurt had snapped at him, and then he’d snapped back at Kurt, and they had barely talked at all during breakfast and that made Blaine sad and also a little angry too, because really why did Kurt always have to be so particular? And then he must have been in a bad mood because of that, because he yelled at Brittany this morning when she kept going on and on about Santana and unicorns, and he’d made her cry which really sucked, and yeah, he maybe wasn’t having the greatest of days.
But now it was English class, and he kind of felt okay with everything that had happened. Actually, he felt kind of amazing. He kept thinking about all those kids in Among the Hidden and how they never got to go outside. And that must really suck, because Blaine loved to be outside. And what would they do all day, anyway? They must read a lot. Blaine loved to read. If only he could give them that, give them something to read.
When the doctor lets them into Blaine’s room, he warns them that he might be out of it. Sebastian thinks that “out of it” is an understatement because Blaine is high as a kite. He’s never seen anybody as doped up as Blaine is and that’s saying something, because he used to smoke pot with Jeff back in high school.
Fic: [Song of Magic] Klaine Advent Day 24 Epilogue: “Yesterday” [COMPLETE]
Summary: Blaine doesn’t know a lot about NYADA, except that his roommate insists it’s a school for magic.
A/N: It’s complete! Everyone who’s been reading along and leaving delightful tags or messages: thank you so much! <3 A chapter a day for 24 days was crazy and I don’t know what I was thinking, but it was also so much fun, sharing this with you. I’ll clean it all up and put it on the AO3 over the next few days.
They travel the traditional way back to Ohio, for the holidays,
once they’ve both made it through their finals. Because as both Kurt
and Mercedes keep pointing out, teleportation requires insane amounts
of magic and it wouldn’t be safe for Sam and Blaine anyway.
At least this way, Blaine gets to introduce Kurt to his mom at the
Ohio end of the journey where she picks him up from the airport;
something he has been looking forward to for quite some time. It goes
as well as he had hoped, which is not surprising, but still very
welcome. His mom loves Kurt
instantly. She talks about nothing but him for the rest of the
holidays, insists that Blaine invite him over as soon as Kurt has
Kurt Hummel was the first character on Glee that I loved, the one that caught my interest in this show. And when Blaine Anderson came, my heart melted because Kurt looked happier than ever. The fact that Kurt found his happiness on the Dalton staircase, makes me so fucking happy.
Summary: Kurt, a graduated junior from Lima, Ohio, is looking forward to just being part of the crowd at an arts based overnight camp in the Catskills - as far from Lima and as close to New York as he can get himself at age 17. It’s perfect - Everyone dances and sings and comes from places that are distinctly not Lima. He can blend in without being ‘the gay kid’. Sexuality irrelevant. Finally.
And it’s blissful, it is. Until he meets the laughably cocky head of canoe staff, Blaine Anderson. Camp veteran, athlete by day, performer by night, every camper’s crush, every staff’s confidante. He’s only Kurt’s age, but he’s in charge of his section. And also, it seems, is proudly, non-chalantly, and totally, a perfect gold star gay. The out-est boy he has ever met. He is infuriating.
Notes: This fic is complete. I will be publishing one chapter every other day for 10 days.
A huge thank you to my beta, the wonderful buckeyegrrl, for the excellent editing and absolutely gorgeous cover art that captures the setting of this fic so perfectly. Thank you!