Legally in love by KrazyForKurtbastian:
A year after Sebastian Smythe and Kurt Hummel break up, Sebastian a successful named partner in his own law firm (with his happily married friends Jeff and Nick) finds himself alone on his birthday.
Who, Being Loved is Poor? by KrazyForKurtbastian:
Long ago in a land far away both Prince Sebastian and his devious step brother Prince Hunter have feelings for the lowly but beautiful stable hand’s son Kurt Hummel. As both princes compete for the peasant boy’s affections Kurt must decide who he loves, the kind but misunderstood crown prince or his deceptively sweet brother?
It’s Just Like a Movie by AndersonRex:
Kurt was a journalist for a struggling celebrity magazine, and Sebastian was an actor with enough baggage to go around. It’s only when Kurt’s boss assigned him an article that requires him get closer to his former rival, that he starts to wonder if the pros really do outweigh the cons.
Beautiful Things Never Last by AndersonRex:
After Klaine’s breakup, Kurt seeks solace in Virginia. There he finds a certain Warbler who might help him rediscover the original Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.
The Time When… by Starlight_Daylight: Collection of moments Kurt and Sebastian shared the time when they…Drabbles are not necessarily from the same AU unless stated otherwise. If not, they have no relations to each other.
Day 1: Dalton!Kurtbastian. Day 2: Cheerio!Kurt x Lacrosse Captain!Sebastian. Day 3: Crossover or AU. Day 4: Body Swap. Day 5: College!AU. Day 6: S4 Redo. Day 7: Online.
If I Never Drew You by Leydhawk:
Kurt has always drawn his clothing designs on a model of a boy he sees in his mind, a boy with green eyes, who grew and changed as Kurt did. When he gets into an AP art program at the local college, he never expects to meet the boy in person, or that Sebastian has been drawing Kurt since childhood as well.
10. Give Me a Memory. by Teardropfires: “So for three years now, they’ve been doing this. This admittedly weird friendship that toed the line into unknown territory more times than he can count. Kurt had always assumed it was one-sided and unrequited.But none of this explains why Sebastian attacked Kurt mid sentence by smashing his face against his.”
Like One of Your French Boys by cornflakesareglutenfree:
Sebastian draws, okay? It’s a masculine pursuit. Get over it. And sure, Kurt has good lines. And maybe he should take his pants off. OR The fic where Sebastian is drawing Kurt in a coffee shop and then things get *saucy*.
Meerkat Day by delightful_fear:
A Groundhog Day AU. Sebastian & Kurt are complete opposites, and being thrown together for a big case, when the universe throws a wrench into the works. Can Sebastian overcome the time loop he’s stuck in, and come out the other side smiling?
Wrong Window by delightful_fear:
It starts with Sebastian sexting Kurt by accident…. Or was it an accident? Things heat up between them and then go in a surprising direction.
Distraction 'verse by artist_artists:
The first Kurtbastian fics I ever wrote! These go AU after season three, since they were written that summer, and it follows Kurt and Sebastian’s relationship from friends in college to more.
Glitter and Grease by scifigeek14:
The club was called Desire and it was about as cliche as strip clubs came. What wasn’t expected was that the Raven was Kurt Hummel or that Sebastian Smythe would discover this fact.
The Love You’re Given by Teardropfires:
Kurt and Blaine have been somewhat happily married for almost 16 years. They have a beautiful six year old daughter, they have great friends, a nice home in the city, and Kurt has a job that he loves. After an embarrassing flop from his first attempt as a solo act on Broadway, Blaine starts teaching at a few of the universities and has made the family move further from the theater district, much to Kurt’s dismay. Kurt continues to work his way through the community separate from Blaine, but has always been reluctant to take on major roles in order to keep the peace with his husband. After a drunken night of writing, Kurt and Rachel create the start of a promising new musical that has them all excited. When it gets up and running and receives some positive buzz, it puts a strain on an already rocky marriage. But one Sebastian Smythe, fresh off a nervous breakdown, threatens to knock it over the final edge when Jesse hires him as the producer. Kurt tries to save his marriage, be a good father, have a successful career, and find happiness.
Summer Wind by iaminarage:
This verse is basically a series of fluffy one shots. In this verse, Kurt and Sebastian started dating in January of Kurt’s Sophomore year at NYADA. Sebastian is a student at NYU. It is generally canon compliant through the end of season 4.
Control of the Heart by xonceinadream:
Sebastian’s always hated knowing who his soulmate is going to be, that he couldn’t choose his life. When Sebastian meets Kurt at Dalton his life turns upside down. He’s not ready for a relationship but he doesn’t want to hurt Kurt. When Kurt meets Blaine and starts falling for him that changes things for Sebastian and he comes to a few realizations.
Not Enough by Obsessivecompulsivereadr: After a year of a relationship with both Blaine and Sebastian, Kurt has had enough, and he’s decided to remove the source of all his relationship problems from the equation… himself.
Make Me Happy by iaminarage:
After spending two years out on tour with Wicked, Kurt Hummel is finally back in New York and ready to take the next step in his career. What he’s not ready for is the sudden reappearance of Sebastian Smythe. This is the story of a career, a relationship, and a group of friends finding their way in the city they all love.
Four Hearts by KurtsAnatomy (TheSwanOfWinterfell):
Blaine Anderson, Elliott Gilbert, Adam Crawford and Sebastian Smythe are the four rulers of Dalton Academy and the Warbler Council Members. When new kid Kurt Hummel auditions for the Warblers, all four of them slowly begin to fall in love with him. Who will get him?
Life in Technicolor by hammersandstrings:
Kurt is fresh off a Tony win when he faces his toughest role yet: PR boyfriend to Academy Award nominee and resident pain in the ass, Sebastian Smythe.
Hunter Clarington: A Mystery by rasyaharidy:
Kurt Hummel, an up and rising Broadway and film actor, is happily married with entrepreneur Sebastian Smythe, and best friends with renowned orthopedist Hunter Clarington. Although he is tied down with Sebastian for years as of now, some people would see the three of them in a polyamorous relationship, because of the affection Hunter gives to Kurt and the latter doesn’t even mind. But, of course, there’s a story behind everything. It is quite long, though.
Of Bear Cubs, Meerkats, and Hobbits by Obsessivecompulsivereadr:
Blaine has cheated on Kurt, and while Kurt is in no way surprised, he is surprised about who Blaine cheated with – Dave Karofsky. While Kurt sets out to make changes in his life, Blaine won’t accept the break-up without a fight. And an unexpected friendship with Sebastian Smythe changes everything for Kurt.
It’s Just A Bar, Right? by JessAlmasy:
After leaving NYADA, Kurt finds himself working in a bar with the last people he’d ever dreamed of. He’d known he was making a mistake since he first walked in the door, but he’d had no idea what he was getting himself into, or where it would lead. AKA: The CoyoteUgly!Glee story that never should have been written.
Later Then? by Obsessivecompulsivereadr:
Sebastian pulled him close and dipped his mouth near Kurt’s ear again, “Isn’t this where you tell me you have a boyfriend and I say something about not caring?”
Safe Harbor by KattsEyeDemon:
When tragedy strikes, Sebastian has to find help in the one place he would never have thought. Living with Hudmels proves to be a blessing and his undoing at the same time: can he resist the boy he simply can’t have? Or will these unwelcome feelings destroy his only safe harbor?
is in the middle of his theatre history class when his phone signals a new
email in his inbox. Discreetly hiding the phone from his instructor’s view by
keeping his hands behind a stack of textbooks on his desk, he goes to his email
folder and checks the sender.
Stuck in the most boring math class in history, Kurt suffers moment of madness and draws two flowers on the notebook of a sleeping jock next to him. Inexplicably, the silly thing leads to a tentative friendship (and then some) between the two. 3000 words of dorky behaviour in a classroom. Jock!Blaine.
When Kurt was six years old and struggling with learning how to write, his mother helped him keep frustration at bay. She showed him, happily, how the best tactic was to just take a moment to breathe and draw a few happy things on the corner of the paper, so that he could fill it with positive energy. In a matter of weeks he was addicted to what he liked to call “happy corners”. As he grew up, he continued the practice, often times introducing it to his friends or stealthily filling his classmates’ notebooks with surprise happy corners, more out of fondness for it, than actual necessity; and when his mother died, it felt like a way to keep her always in his life.
You giggled as you stared at the photo you had taken. Kurt’s body was quite blurred out, but you managed to get a hilarious shot of his face, while he was teleporting. It was quick, and hard to get, but you had succeeded.
“I look like a flying squirrel.” He ranted about the look on his face in the photo.
“A cute, blue flying squirrel.” You corrected. “Very cute.”
The first time Kurt sees the handsome stranger, it’s like a fairytale. Their eyes meet from across a crowded room, and Kurt falls hard. But in this fairytale, Kurt gets called away to deliver coffee and bagels to the higher ups at work, and is in danger of never seeing his prince again. And the next day, he doesn’t. But that doesn’t mean they don’t end up together in the end. (4011 words)
Originally written for the Klaine Advent Drabble prompt ‘opportunity’ with a few others tossed in. Ask me if you’re curious which ones. Future fic, meet-cute, coffee shop AU.
almost fairytale-like, the way Kurt first sees him.
one o’clock in the afternoon and Kurt is in a rush, ordering four coffees and a
half dozen bagels for a meeting he was invited to sit in on as an afterthought.
Ah, the glamorous life of an intern! But being an intern isn’t the way Kurt
intends on spending his future. He has aspirations of starting his own fashion
line, starring in a Broadway show, touring the world, retiring in the
Mediterranean with a younger-than-him lover by his side … maybe three. But his
present can be summed up in a montage of phone calls, emails, coffee, and
bagels, very few of which are ever for him.
little adventure would not go amiss, something out of the ordinary to feed his
rich fantasy life since that’s the only life he’s got.
if his adventure turns out to be anything like a scene from his favorite movie The
Notebook, he might not mind - a scene from the first hour or so
Wasn’t one. I was watching X2 and I love Apocalypse, so yeah. Addresses the
time-line problems. I’m thinking of writing one for Warren too? Feedback would
This mixes the original and current X-Men timelines. Fun. Starts in the old
timeline before transitioning to the new.
“Kurt, can you get me in that cell?” You
asked him. Kurt Wagner, one of your very best friends, was helping you and the
other X-Men clear out an insane asylum made for mutants. You had only met him a
few months before when Jean and Ororo had found him in an old church after
attempting to assassinate the president. Of course, that hadn’t been his fault.
“Of course, fraulein.” he nodded, wrapping
his arms around you and teleporting you inside. When the smoke cleared, you
You looked around with wide eyes. Everything
was topsy-turvy in here. Items were floating across the cell, some of the
furniture was sitting on the wall, and there was a girl sitting on the ceiling.
“Hello?” You called up to her. “We’re from
Xavier’s School. We’re here to bring you somewhere safe. My name is (Y/N). This
is my friend Kurt.”
“I don’t want your help.” the teenager
mumbled. “I don’t want to be sent to another facility.”
“Xavier’s isn’t like this place. It’s run by
mutants, a safe place to everyone who comes there.” You tried gently. “I
promise you, you’re safe with us.”
“You’re lying!” The girl’s hair whipped
around her in a sudden gust of wind. Her eyes popped open, glowing yellow. “You’ll
regret lying to me!”
“(Y/N), perhaps ve should-” Kurt grabbed your
wrist, trying to teleport out, but he couldn’t. He was stuck. Something was
blocking him. Before either of you could say another word, there was a flash of
bright light. And then there was nothing.
***Meanwhile, in the Apocalypse Timeline***
“Hey Kurt,” you looked up at your favorite
blue teleporter. You were in your reading spot, under one of the trees in the
courtyard. He had just appeared, holding a flower. The truth was, Kurt really
liked you. A lot, but he didn’t know how to show you his affection, even though
the two of you had been dating for almost three weeks now.
“Um, zhis is for you,” he told you, holding
it out with a shaking hand. You stood up and brushed off your jeans, a warm
smile pulling at your lips.
“Aww, thanks, Kurt.” you hugged him, wrapping
your arms around his shoulders and pulling him close. “You’re too sweet.”
“Is zhat bad?”
“No, sweetie. No. It’s perfect.” You laughed
softly, amused by why your boyfriend was so nervous, but you had the feeling
Peter had given him some advice.
“I…I actually have somezhing else to give to
you.” he said, pulling out of the hug.
“Ja,” he timidly brought his trembling hands
up to your cheeks and started to pull you closer. You leaned in and pressed
your lips to his. They were so warm, so gentle, and tasted like a cherry slushy.
Kurt smiled into it, arms finding your waist and pulling you a bit closer to
And then there was a flash of bright light.
Two figures fell out of the sky, landing in the grass. You pulled away from
Kurt and looked over. He looked too, wondering what the hell was happening. You
grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the pit in the grass.
You knelt in the dirt beside the first of
them, a man. He was face-down. You pushed him over gently to get a closer look
and gasped. Blue skin, three fingers on each hand. He had thick black hair and
was wearing a glittering jacket.
“Kurt, I think it’s you.” you stated in awe,
looking over the stranger that looked so much like your boyfriend.
“I zhink zhis is you.” he motioned to the
other, a mutant that looked an awful lot like you did, but older.
Older you was the first to open their eyes.
You sat up, rubbed at your eyes, and glanced over at Kurt.
“Kurt, oh my God, are you okay?” you shook
his shoulders. His golden eyes popped open, sitting up.
“Ja, I zhink…so…” he muttered, looking up at
the much younger version of himself. He stood up in a hurry, pulling you to
your feet and looking at the teenage mutants. “Vhere are ve?”
“Are you…?” Adult you asked, looking at the
teenage pair. “Us?”
“I think so…” teenage you answered, eyes
searching the older mutant. “Welcome to the 1980’s.”
“Vait, you’re here.” Adult Kurt realized, looking to his younger self. “Vhy aren’t
you at zhe circus?”
“It’s a long story,” Kurt shrugged. He took
“Well, why don’t you tell it then?” Charles
rolled into the courtyard, looking over the mess uncertainly. He hadn’t a clue
as to what had happened. “In my office. While we sort this out.”
After a few hours of talking things over and
explaining everything they could think of, Charles deduced that these older
versions of you and Kurt had come from the timeline his time-travelling friend
Logan was from.
“You’re welcome to stay here until we can
figure out how to send you back.” Charles had offered, and so it was decided
that you would stay there for a little while at least. And because you were
from a separate timeline, telling the younger mutants things about the future
wouldn’t harm the path they were on.
“Wait, so you’re Kurt and (Y/N) from the future?”
Peter asked, zipping over.
“Technically, we’re from an alternate
“But you’re older, so-”
“Yes. Ve are.” Older Kurt replied. Teenage
Kurt and you were sitting across the courtyard, talking with Jean and Scott.
“Are they…?” Older you asked, looking over at
the teens. “Are we…?”
“Dating? Yeah.” Peter nodded. “So how many
kids do you two have?”
“What?” you asked. “Oh, We’re not…”
“Ve just met a few months ago,” Kurt shook
his head, cheeks tinting a deep shade of purple. “Ve’re not togezher, just good
“Oh. That’s weird.”
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“So they’re staying?” Scott asked the younger
you. “For how long?”
“Until Hank can send them back.” You replied.
Kurt’s arm wrapped around your waist.
“Older him has a crush on older you.” Jean told
you, watching them. You and Kurt had your backs to them, but didn’t turn around
“Of course he does,” Kurt nodded. “But I
zhink zhey met not so long ago.”
“They’ve known eachother longer than you two
have,” Jean smirked. “You two have only known eachother for two months, they’ve
known eachother for three.”
“Hmm. Maybe adults are different.” You
“Or maybe he’s too shy to tell you how he
feels.” Kurt looked to you timidly. You pecked his cheek.
The next morning, older Kurt met his younger
self in the kitchen before anyone else had woken up.
“Oh. Hallo.” Younger Kurt greeted with a
“Did you sleep vell?”
“Ja.” older Kurt nodded. Younger Kurt took a
seat across from him at the table. “Can I ask you somezhing?”
“How did you ask (Y/N) out?”
“Vell…It vas very hard. I vas very nervous,
but, I just told (Y/N) how I felt.”
“Ja.” Young Kurt shrugged. “It vasn’t as hard
as I zhought it vould be. Maybe you should try.”
“Vhat? I don’t-” Older Kurt stopped himself
mid-sentence. “I guess zhere’s no use in lying to you, is zhere?”
“No,” young Kurt chuckled. Teenage you walked
into the kitchen, standing behind your Kurt and wrapping your arms around him,
pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Guten Morgen,” he smiled, taking your hand
when you sat down.
“What’cha talking about?”
“You,” older Kurt replied with a small smile.
“You gonna ask older me out?”
“I’m certainly going to try.”
“Good.” you nodded. “I know I’ll say yes.”
A few days later, Hank figured out the way to
send the older versions of you home. After bidding the younger versions of all
of your friends goodbye, You went home, appearing in the mansion of your own
Later that night after unwinding and
adjusting to being home again, Kurt asked you to talk. You agreed, meeting him
in one of the living rooms. But before he could get a single word out of his
blue lips, you kissed him. Deeply. Meaningfully. With everything you had been
holding in for the past few days.
He looked at you wide-eyed, but not unhappy.
“I take it you feel zhe same zhen,” he rubbed
his neck, blushing purple.
“I do,” you nodded, hugging him. You smiled
when he timidly held you back.
I’ve been interested in the whole adult coloring book trend (yes, I know it is ridiculous…but life is ridiculous)…. and I’ve purchased a few ….. and I’ve been given a few. (Coloring books were the in xmas gift for middle age ladies in 2015). While I’ve enjoyed playing with crayons, pencils and markers again …. the subject matter of these modern coloring books just didn’t capture my imagination. Mandalas? Gardens? Cats? Skulls? Great works of art? When I was a kid my coloring books were full of thing I wanted to be …. things that fueled my fantasy life …. people I found exciting …..Batman, Captain Caveman, Casper and even Barbie- all of them went on adventures.
So I decided to make my own coloring pages….. full of what I like to dream about ….Glee …. and the cast of Glee. I ran a dozen photos through a filter called an edge tracer, saved the Jpgs, printed them out on standard office copy paper, cracked open my Crayola 64s …. and went to town.
It was relaxing …..it was fun …..I enjoyed the tiny challenge of finding the right mix of colors for Kurt and Blaine’s skin tones…. and it cost nothing. Maybe next Saturday I will try this again ….and maybe watch cartoons at the same time. Speed Racer are you still out there?
Prompt: Write a story in which a broken coffee maker has a huge impact on the world around it. Kurt and Blaine meet in a situation without any caffeine.
Sometimes people don’t appreciate the smaller things in life. You know, the colour of the sky, the frequency of the subway, the endless supply of coffee at Starbucks.
It doesn’t make us bad people. On the contrary, it just makes us human. We rush, we scurry and we take the consistencies of our life in our stride as we rush for said subway.
And it just so happened that today Kurt Hummel was mid rush hour stride.
Kurt Hummel was one for punctuality. Punctuality and preciseness. Which is why it was a pain in the ass that he woke up thirty minutes late and had to completely forgo his rigorous skin routine to even get a shot at getting to work on time.
The one thing that Kurt Hummel could never forgo was his coffee.
“Shit” He murmured as he promptly walked out of his apartment complex and straight into a puddle. The fates clearly didn’t like him today. Messy hair, a wet ankle and serious case of dry skin. Yup, he seriously needed his coffee. Pronto.
In a slight run-gallop that Rachel had told him to adopt as it made him look (and quote) “like a real New Yorker with a mission rather than a lost Lima native” – god, he really needed to call her. Kurt headed for the coffee shop on the next block.
If he could get in and out within seventy-five seconds, he could make the subway, and Isabelle wouldn’t clock that he was that late.
As if there was a line coming out of the store. Just his fucking luck.
I cannot stress enough that Kurt Hummel needed his coffee. In a winter harsher than his old bullies at McKinley, his coffee was the one constant safety blanket against the world. 55 seconds, shit. Think, Kurt, Think.
Didn’t he go on a date once with that barista? What was his name, Karl? Kevin? Ken?
It was worth a shot. He needed caffeine if he was going to face the music because Kurt Hummel was definitely going to be late and he might as well have his coffee settle him.
Pushing, shoving and glaring his way through the crowd, Kurt managed to get to the cash registers. “Kevin!” Kurt called out above the groans of the other customers. Kevin’s warm smile greeted him, “Hey Kurt!”
“I needed to be at work like ten minutes ago, is there any way you can help me out?” Kurt pleaded in his most persuasive, flirtatious manner. At this point, he needed to get his coffee by any means necessary.
“Kurt, I dunno, man, we’re rammed.” Kevin replied looking genuinely saddened. “Please Kevin!” Kurt pined, batting his ashes. Don’t judge, you would have done the same if you needed a Grande Non Fat Mocha.
Sighing, Kevin relented. Kurt Hummel was going to get his coffee.
Maybe he day was looking up. Maybe the fates felt bad for subjecting him to a full day of dry skin.
And then. A tut.
A click of someone’s tongue came from behind him. And a biting annoyed whisper of “Typical.”
Now hold up. Kurt turned on his heels, his venom ready.
“Excuse me?” Kurt looked at the person behind, slightly shorted, a helmet of gelled hair glued to his skull, handsome. Don’t think like that Kurt. Game face on.
The man looked up, his eyelashes fluttering up beautifully.
“What?” He innocently replied.
“I would have thought that you would have had manners to not tut in public and someone you don’t know. Do you have any idea how rude that was?”
“Well, to be fair, you did push in.”
Taken aback, Kurt looked at the guy, who the hell did this jerk think he was, “Alright buddy, just calm it. You didn’t have to be rude about it.”
“Yeah, and you didn’t have to flirt to get ahead of everyone else.”
“You heard me, you can’t play the slut card to get quicker coffee.”
All of a sudden, they were both taken aback as if they both knew what barrier had been crossed. Suddenly, Kurt’s tongue was stuck in his throat and the man looked as if he was summoning up the courage for a possibly apology when…
“Were sorry guys, the coffee machines gone bust, we can’t fulfil any existing orders or take any more. Cold drinks and food only” A voice boomed over the café. Well shit.
Kurt needed to get out. As fast as his feet would take him, he sped out of the Starbucks to get air to fill his lungs. To breathe something in. He breathed and breathed and breathed and he still felt like he was suffocating.
And that was when Kurt Hummel became a New Yorker. He cried for the first time in New York outside that Starbucks. He sat on the pavement outside and took a moment to accept that this was not his day and focused on breathing in and out, in and out. What did that guy know? Why did the Universe decide that everything was going to fuck up today? Oh and look, he was definitely late, the Universe would probably get work to put him on probation knowing his luck today and oh god he was gonna miss that big meeting with Isabelle about the Fall Lin-
“Are you okay?” A voice tenderly asked.
Broken from his whirlpool of thought, Kurt whipped his head around and saw the guy he was arguing with earlier. Wiping away his tears, he nodded hysterically as if the number of nods would guarantee that his day would get better.
“C-Can I?” The guy asked, gesturing to joining him on the icy pavement.
“Look, I’m really sorry I called you a slut, I honestly didn’t mean it, at all. Heck, I don’t know you in the slightest and I was just having a really awful morning” The guy explained “and honestly, you seem lovely, you don’t deserve to be crying out a Starbucks of all places. A Peets Coffee maybe, but definitely not Starbucks.” The guy joked, trying to clear the air of the unspoken tension.
And then something happened. Kurt laughed. Not a belly laugh he might have enjoyed the night before but that sort of laughy-cry chuckle that happens when your throat has closed up from weeping and you start to realise that everything is going to be okay. The guy joined the chuckle. All of a sudden, Kurt’s morning felt and hell of a lot less lonely.
“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed in and flirted my way for a coffee.” Kurt admitted “Or hypothetical coffee even. I’ve just had the worst morning and I just lost all reminisce of logic and cool and I can’t believe I’m crying in public, oh my god.” Kurt wiped away his tears with his blazer sleeve, oh god, it was Burberry as well, could this day be worse?
“Burberry?” The guy asked.
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“What can I say, I have a good eye.”
That’s nothing the only good thing you have, Kurt thought.
“Kurt Hummel. Very sorry for pushing in.” He offered his hand to the stranger.
“Blaine Anderson. Also very sorry for accidentally slut shaming you in a public place.” He shook Kurts hand and suddenly, Kurt didn’t feel that lonely at all. “Look, I am really sorry. I guess we both had two really bad days and we just met at the wrong time but I want to make amends. Can I make it up to you by buying you a cup of coffee maybe?”
Kurt sniffed and nodded.
“Yeah, that would be great.”
A huge grin swept across of Blaine’s face and the two new friends found themselves strolling to another Starbucks somewhere and Kurt didn’t even care that he forgot to moisturise or even that he was unbelievably late for work. And this was because Kurt Hummel’s day was looking up.
** Sometimes people don’t appreciate the smaller things in life.
Kurt Hummel definitely appreciated the way that Blaine Anderson paid for his coffee and made a list about all of the slutty things that he had done in his life to prove that Kurt definitely wasn’t a slut. He also appreciated that Blaine wrote his number on Kurt’s napkin.
Kurt Hummel had messy hair, a moist ankle and a serious case of dry skin but his stomach was also filled with coffee and butterflies.
Can you guys imagine Kurt taking a selfie mid bamf with Logan or like taking one while standing on the ceiling or hanging by his tail, or even like standing on the wall taking a selfie in the bathroom mirror.
Then giving it hashtags like, #Bamf #MyBaeAndMe #Yolo #FuzzyBlueDude #Nightcrawling #JustHangingAround
Artist Spotlight: An Interview with Honey Forestier
Meet Honey Forestier, a 22 year old illustrator from Paris, France. I discovered her amazing drawings while scrolling through my dash and absolutely fell in love! I caught up with Honey to ask her about her art and photography.
These one-chapter spinoffs / mini series are requests/prompts from other people and are not part of the Winter in Graymalkin Lane storyline.
#4 – Brains
“It’s impossible. She has to be a mutant…. no human is that intelligent…”
You can hear Hank arguing with the Professor in the next room, despite trying
not to listen you can hear every single thing they are saying. You’ve already
been tested. Twice. You definitely do NOT have the mutant X gene.
You sigh and wander down the hallway towards the library, browsing over the
books as your fiddle with one of your curls. Their arguments make no difference,
they needed your help developing new technology for the X-Men program.
You can feel eyes on you and scan the room. In the shadows towards
the back of the library you can see a pair of red-orange eyes watching you. You
can’t quite see the face they belong to, as the mutant seems to blend into the
shadows almost flawlessly. You smile and wave, a little shy. The figure in the
shadows goes very still before coming out slowly to reveal himself.
You recognise him almost right away. One of the mutants who helped stop
It was the Nightcrawler.
His skin was a rich, dark blue and patterned with angelic scars, markings you
recognised from when you were in a Catholic school as a child. He was wearing a
warm jacket and plain pants, and his tail was swaying behind him as he studied
“Guten tag…. my name is Kurt Wagner. You are the human sent by
Moira… yes?” he said, his German accent thick but oddly adorable. You nod,
giving him your name in return. His eyes continue to go over your figure, as
you do the same to him. He has little fangs, pointed ears and his tail looks
very strong and flexible.
“The professor is trying to settle the other guy down. He doesn’t believe that
I’m just a regular human.”
Kurt nods in acknowledgement and invites you to sit with him while you wait for
Hours later you are sitting with Hank, going over designs for the
X-Jet as well as suit upgrades for all of the X-Men. He is impressed with your
knowledge and skill and is taking notes as you explain various aspects of the
physics of what you are trying to build.
Kurt comes in mid-afternoon with a snack for you, setting a plate of biscuits
and some juice beside you on the bench. He then leans over your shoulder to
look at your work, and you can feel his warm breath on your neck. Your cheeks
slowly turn pink as you glance up at him, and his eyes meet yours. The silence
between you goes on, and Hank looks between you with a knowing smirk. Before he
can do anything however, there is a flash of silver and Kurt is suddenly shoved
forward, his lips meeting yours in a sudden, unexpected kiss.
Kurt pulls back quickly with a hiss, looking around for the one responsible.
You see a young man by the door wearing the smuggest expression, moments before
he vanishes at super speed. You cover your mouth, looking up at Kurt with wide
eyes as he looks back to you.
“I am most sorry…. mein gott… Peter is …. Insufferable at times” you can see
the darker hue of his cheeks, he is blushing just as much as you are. You smile
a little, and brush your hair out of your eyes.
“It’s alright…. maybe s-some time we could… try again?”
Your words caught Kurt off-guard, but he was soon smiling as well.
“I would like that…. very much.”
Anon prompted: Kurt has a show that night but he wakes up nauseous but hides it and still goes into work. Then he ends up getting sick while on stage. Blaine takes care of him for two days until he is better and helps him to remember not to care what the critics are saying about him
It isn’t easy being a parent and a Broadway actor. Especially when your daughter gives you her stomach virus.
1654 words. Rated: PG
Kurt groaned as he woke up. Being a parent and a Broadway actor wasn’t always easy, especially lately since Elizabeth, Kurt and Blaine’s daughter had been sick with a nasty stomach virus and was keeping them up all night the past couple of nights. Kurt began to roll over, and immediately regretted the movement. The movement had made Kurt’s stomach flip, and not in a good way. And the last thing he wanted right now was to be down with a stomach virus.
Kurt was currently the male lead in a production on Broadway. He didn’t have time to be sick. He had an understudy, but he’d rather not have to use the understudy if he didn’t have to. Kurt knew a good bit of his fan base had bought tickets to see the show, and he would hate to disappoint them in any way.
He curled in on himself and laid there, letting the wave of nausea pass before moving again. After several minutes, Kurt finally got up to begin his day. He was determined to not let a little stomach virus get in the way of him performing that night.
“You okay, babe?” Blaine asked later that morning when walked out of their bedroom and saw Kurt sitting there sipping on a Gatorade instead of eating breakfast.
Trigger warning for: allusions to a school shooting.
This is a belated Shooting Star reaction fic prompted by the lovely theatrevicki, who wanted a conversation between Kurt and Blaine after the events.
And to the guilty starters of this idea I love you babies!!!!
MORE THAN FLIRTING
Jane took a second after closing the door to collect herself. She could feel the blush in her cheeks after Zapata left the safe house. As she had stepped outside, she had added cheekily “Be good” and left, with only Weller and Jane remaining inside behind her. Everyone else was gone for the night.
The house warming party had gone really well, everyone had eaten pizza and had a few beers – Jane’s favorites nonetheless – and had then migrated to the living room to watch a football match. Jane felt at ease in this place for the first time, everyone laughing and relaxed made it finally feel like some sort of home. Reade had even brought her a gift.
Walking back to the couch, the sight of Kurt looking at her with a beer in his hand and a knowing smile on his face made her knees weak and she felt an uncontrollable blush make its way back to her cheeks.
“It’s good to see you this happy,” Jane said with a smile, sitting on the other side of the couch. It wasn’t very big, so she was close to Weller but not touching him.
“Well,” he said more at ease than she’d ever seen him, “It was a good day. Got the job done, caught the bad guys and a lot of people are going to be safer tonight for what we did.” Jane smiled at that. “Besides,” he continued, “we did have a little fun.” Kurt’s eyes went back to the game, the smile never leaving his face.
“Yeah, we did. I was nervous at times, but all in all it was fun.” Jane reached for a sip of her beer, watching him from the corner of her eye.
“What? Being out in the middle of nowhere, without back up or weapons made you nervous? Are you going soft on me, Jane?” he teased.
“It was more the part where my partner started throwing punches before we’d even gotten into the party.” She played back, throwing a small pillow to his head.
Kurt effortlessly caught it mid-flight, laughing some more. “Your husband, darling.” He corrected. “Besides, it really upset me to have that guy taking advantage of his position, feeling you up like that.” He looked a little absently back at the TV.
“He wasn’t–” Jane tried to protest but he cut her short:
“Oh yes, he was! And if you hadn’t interrupted I would have taught him some manners and–”
“Gotten us both killed in the process.” It was Jane’s turn to interrupt. They were both smiling and eyeing each other too much to take the conversation seriously, but Jane was sure that his reaction to the handsy security guard had been genuine.
“Maybe, maybe not.” Kurt shrugged his shoulders taking a sip of his beer and looking back at the game.
Jane smiled to herself; she felt all warm inside at the thought of him getting jealous over her. Staring at the TV but not watching – she didn’t really understand football yet anyway – she recalled the amazing feeling that being in his arms had brought, how he had encircled her waist, pulled her close and reached for her hand the whole time they’d spent undercover. How the possessiveness of his gaze made her knees weak and her heart threaten to burst out of her chest. He didn’t have to say ‘She is mine’ to make sure everybody around them knew it.
“It was nice,” Jane said lost in her thoughts.
“What was?” Jane’s head snapped back in Kurt’s direction, when she heard him speak. He was watching her intently. Had she said that out loud? Her head screamed and she panicked looked in every direction but at him, looking for something to say.
After the silence stretched for too long, eyes fixed on her, he asked again, “What was nice, Jane?”
“Uhmm it’s nothing… just thinking out loud.” Jane tried to excuse herself sheepishly, but by the look he gave her she could see he wasn’t buying it.
“Thinking about what?” he pressed with such an intense look that disarmed her.
For some reason Jane couldn’t bring herself to lie to him, so she was as honest as possible without giving herself away. “Just… it was nice being Gwen… having a past, a life… feeling loved and wanted. Belonging to someone.” His eyes said 'You belong to me’, but her mind was probably playing games with her. Her voice was almost a whisper, but there was no stopping her now. “Just being able to freely take comfort of a hug, a touch, hand holding… it’s the most physical contact I’ve had in my life.” She laughed, trying to defuse the tension in the room.
Kurt followed her cue and smiled as well. “If it makes you feel any better, that makes two of us.” Jane didn’t know why that did actually make her feel better – she knew he’d had relationships before, she had met one of his exes this very day, but somehow Jane wanted it to be different with her. What was she thinking? It wasn’t with her her, it was with the her she was pretending to be – pretending being the key word.
Kurt stretched his arm out to her, his hand asking for hers in a silent invitation. Jane looked at him and arched an eyebrow playfully, at which he smiled and rolled his eyes, but pressed on with his hand. When Jane hesitantly took it he pulled her to his side, wrapping an arm around her while she snuggled with her head on his shoulder. “We don’t need to pretend to be someone else for you to take comfort in me when you need it, Jane. I know just how strong you are, but this has to be overwhelming.”
He was quiet for a couple of minutes, during which they both stared at the TV, neither really paying attention, very aware of how close they were, how good being like this felt and how neither of them wanted to move a muscle. Kissing the top of her head, he said. “Just know I’m always here for you, okay?”
Jane’s tiny reply, “Thanks,” was barely even a whisper, more like a sigh, as she sank deeply into his side, right hand clenched on his shirt across his chest. All her senses focused on the feel of his fingers drawing circles on the exposed skin of her side where her shirt rode up a little. It was driving her mad, arousal making it really hard to control her breathing and, what was worse, she was one-hundred percent sure that Kurt was picking up on it.
Jane couldn’t take it any longer, she had to see his face, his eyes had never lied to her before and she desperately needed to see what he was feeling right now. When she tilted her head to the side, her nose rubbed the stubble on his jaw and she could smell the scent of his cologne. She couldn’t control the impulse that soon had her running her nose over it again. When her eyes opened she and him were inches away from each other, his fingers had stopped their caress and were now digging into her hip, his eyes were fixated on her lips. Neither moved until he looked up into her eyes and the total awe and adoration she saw there made Jane close the distance between them, capturing his lips with hers.
It was a tentative kiss, slow and tender. One of his hands on her side and the other the back of her neck, hers in his shirt keeping him in place – or maybe just keeping herself from floating away. She was weightless, free for the first time in months, so she decided to take every bit of him she could and pulled him deeper into the kiss. That was all the invitation he needed to drag his hand from her hip to her thigh, and holding the back of her knee he pulled Jane on top of him so that she was straddling him now. They couldn’t have been closer, it was like they were trying to crawl into the others clothes, skins and souls. And they probably were. Theirs were wild, breathless kisses, her hands around his neck, his under her shirt; both of them completely lost and committed at the same time.
When desire took her over, Jane grinded her hips against him out of pure instinct, making them both moan into each other’s mouths as her body came in contact with the parts of him that couldn’t hide his own desire. She smiled into the kiss, repeating the movement again, getting a groan from him this time, making delicious twists to Jane’s insides. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “Jane, are you sure about this?” he panted against her lips. “This is not James and Gwen for me anymore.”
The jolt of happiness that Jane felt at his confession shook her. He wanted her. Kurt, the object of her every affection for the entirety of her memorable life wanted her as much as she wanted him. Pulling his chin up gently so that their eyes could meet, she whispered: “I think I’ve wanted this since I touched your face in that interrogation room all those months ago.” And with smiles that reached upto their eyes, they kissed again, and again, and again.
Making out on the couch with Kurt had been one of Jane’s fantasies and she was not disappointed to learn how gentle and tender he was, even when passion and lust were taking him over. His lips traveled down her face to her neck, all but pulling her shirt down her shoulder to kiss and expose as much skin as he could. Breaking contact for a couple of seconds, she pulled her white V-neck over her head and arched back to give him more room to continue his ministrations on her neck, where Kurt was definitely leaving marks with his teeth and lips.
Jane’s hands were unbuttoning his gray shirt when she finally heard Kurt’s phone ring and they both fell still. Panting, they looked into each other’s eyes, dark with arousal, lips swollen and red, trying to figure out if they should answer or not. If they should let this stolen moment be interrupted. Then her phone rang as well and it dawned on both of them that something serious had to have happened.
Kurt held her face with both hands, kissing her once more. This time tender and sweet, stealing her breath. “We are not done here, Jane.” He looked at her and kissed her one last time before helping her up and reaching for his phone. He had a message from Mayfair, and what he saw there hit him like a ton of bricks: David had been killed.
Anonymous asked you: kurt giving blaine lots and lots of hickies and their daughter seeing it the next morning like… really dads? really?? and blaine blushes and starts babbling about marriage and loving each other and showing that love in physical ways and their daughter is beyond scarred and kurt just laughs and laughs and laughs
Kurt is making breakfast, flipping pancakes while Blaine is setting the table. It’s a Sunday, there’s no rush about anything and it’s already past ten, they do enjoy their lazy weekend mornings and Kurt is hoping they’ll just go back to bed after breakfast. Tracy is going to spend the weekend with her best friend whose parents are going to pick her up in a little over an hour and Kurt is really looking forward to some time alone with his husband for once even though he knows he’ll miss her terribly all weekend.
He’s sliding another pancake onto the growing stack next to the stove when their fourteen-year old daughter shuffles into the kitchen, looking grumpy and just letting herself drop into a kitchen chair with a grunt as she blinks around the room.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Kurt greets her, smiling a little to himself at her answering glare. He can relate to not being a morning person. He isn’t either, most of the time.
Klaine fic because I have a weak will. Directly inspired by this and other glee spoilers. I wrote this because I was thinking about what I’d want to see them talk about 5 or 10 years in the future, if we only get a brief shot. Enjoy!
“We’re late. We’re
always late. Before we got married, I
was never late, to anything, but since then I have been consistently late to absolutely everything—“
“It’ll be fine, Kurt,” Blaine reassures him on the staircase
out of the subway. “Besides, late is fashionable.”
“It’s unprofessional! I mean, who knows who will be at
Rachel’s party?” Kurt groans, waving his hands to try and get the attention of
a nearby taxi. “She knows people now—she won a Tony, and now we’re going to be showing up late to her award party like a couple of unemployed, unprofessional
slackers instead of the professional
actors that we are—“
“Hey,” Blaine frowns. “Rachel knows we’re coming. I already
texted her.” Blaine reaches down and squeezes his hand. “Why are you so
It’s hard to read his expression with the sunglasses. “I don’t
know. I just don’t like being late.” He huffs, crossing his arms sternly. “Do
you have to sign every teenage girl’s autograph after the curtain closes?”
“Uh, yes?” Blaine squints at him. “That’s part of the job, Kurt.”
“Yes, but everyones?
We’re late because of it.”
Blaine frowns, joining his husband in waving for a taxi. “How would you have
liked it if you went to the stage
door for your favorite show back when we lived in Ohio, and your favorite actor
didn’t even take the time to sign your playbill?”
“You don’t have to sign every single one of them, you know,
is all I’m saying. And you certainly don’t have to sign more than your name,
unlike the paragraphs that you like to write,” Kurt scowls, waving his arms up
and down. “TAXI!”
“A lot of them are from out of town! I just want to make
their first Broadway experience memorable.”
“Half of them are from New York and come to every single
show you give! TAXI!”