In the world of television there are few relationships that can set the internet on fire like the pairing of Mickey Milkovich and Ian Gallagher on Showtime’s Shameless. The partnership, better known to fans as ‘Gallavich’, is one of the most beloved fictional relationships of all time and in terms of #LGBT relationships, it’s right up there with Glee’s Kurt and Blaine and Queer as Folk’s Brian and Justin.
—  MoviePilot.com  “The Internet Goes Crazy As Mickey Milkovich Returns To ‘Shameless'”

ready-set-nooo  asked:

There's a fic on AO3 called Scarlet Horizons that is amazing but there's no sequel posted :'( do you know if there is one out there???

I searched and found nothing. Since it was completed in November 2013, I doubt there will be a sequel. The original story is 177K (complete) tho - a nice, long read for anyone interested:

Scarlet Horizons by Bradleygirl

After a traumatic event leaves Kurt reeling, Dalton Academy opens it’s doors and hearts to him. Will Kurt truly find what’s waiting for him out there or will fear continue to overshadow his life.

All the World’s a Stage (Part 5 - Fair)

Summary (loosely from prompt):   Kurt has been waiting his whole life to get to college, to NYC, to a place where he isn’t the only out gay kid in the world. His friend, Santana, is apparently excited for him too because she sneaks handfuls of condoms into his bag as a joke right before he leaves. Whatever Santana. He’d just like to kiss a boy. Or maybe go out on a date.

Kurt’s in his new dorm room, a freshman at NYADA, unpacking when his new roommate, Blaine, arrives. Hot. Ego. But nice. Okay. Then Kurt accidentally knocks his bag off the bed and Santana’s condoms spill all over the floor. You never get a second chance to make a first impression…

Klaine advent prompt: Fair (Kurt POV)

This is a continuous story, so please read first - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Words: 1016

All the World’s a Stage (Part 5- Fair)

Kurt tries to be silent as he opens the door to his dorm room, to their dorm room, at 4:00am. He sees Blaine lying on his own bed, under his covers in the dark.

“So were you trying to tell me that you’re straight?” Clearly Blaine isn’t asleep. Kurt closes the door.

“Am I that bad a kisser?”

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Klaine Advent Day 6

F: Fair

Blaine huffed and stretched higher. He could almost reach the mixing bowl on the top shelf. Sam had made a habit of putting everything away out of Blaine’s reach. Kurt and the rest of the loft’s residents made a point to keep everything lowered. More for Rachel than Blaine, but right now—

           “Almost. Got. It—ugh!”

           His fingers swiped the side of the bowl, shoving it further back into the cabinet. Time to get a chair and forsake his dignity then.

           The front door rattled open. Kurt’s snow-flecked hair appeared, poking out of the top of his hoodless coat.

           “I can’t believe how much it’s snowing out there.” Kurt shook himself, but the snow stayed put. “It’s gotten all into my shirt collar and ruined—”


           Kurt stared. “Why are you dragging the chair over there?”

           Blaine ducked his head. “Sam put the mixing bowl on the top shelf again and I can’t reach it.”

           “Honey, here. Let me.”

           Kurt tossed his coat on the table and stretched for the top shelf. Even he could barely reach it, but he managed to grab it. Blaine scowled at him.

           “That late high school growth spurt of yours is still entirely not fair.”

           “Neither is how natural your dreamboat show presence is. Call us even.”

           “Only for a kiss.”

           Kurt set the bowl on the counter and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s waist. He dipped Blaine, almost dropping him as Blaine’s socks slipped on the floor.

           “Careful! I’m very delicate goods.”

Klaine Advent Drabble - “Fair Game” (Rated NC17)

Blaine tries to get up on time to go to school, but Kurt just wants to stay in bed … and he’s not above playing dirty to get what he wants. (666 words)

Written for the Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge prompt ‘fair’. Takes place after Blaine moves into the loft the first time. Just fluff with sexual content.

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Are you ready for, ready for …

A perfect storm, a perfect storm …

'Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine …

There’s no going back …

“Ugh,” Blaine groans, reaching out a blind hand in search of his phone. When he can’t locate it by touch alone, the rest of his body follows – his head turns on his neck, his shoulders roll, his torso mirroring a half-minute later. “Where the fuck …?”

“No. You’re moving,” Kurt grumbles. “Why are you … why are you moving?”

“Don’t you hear my alarm?”

“I hear it,” Kurt says. “I just choose to ignore it.”

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Klaine Advent (4/24) - Vogue Verse: I DARE You

Hohoho everyone, this is my Klaine Advent contribution - a Vogue.com AU! I hope you’ll enjoy it. :) I apologize that this is not going to be updating daily/regularly because my busy schedule simply won’t allow it. However, I am planning on making a full 24-part series out of this - hopefully before the countdown to Christmas ends. :D

Rating: PG | ~ 900 words

beta’ed and approved and all that jazz by @a-simple-rainbow


(no Kurt in this one because I got so excited writing Wes for a change :D but as you’ve probably noticed, I’m changing POV for each installment, so Kurt’ll be back soon!)

Step 4 of How to Succeed in the Fashion Industry: Stop pretending to be someone you’re not.

“So then he said, I quote, ‘Talk to you later,’” Blaine rants while slugging down his coffee in between words, “and I’m like, ‘sure,’ and I’m pretty sure I nailed the whole casual thing, but then it never happened! He came back from Isabelle’s, sat down, just kind of glanced at me and pulled up his emails.”

Wes’ head is buried in a stack of newspaper pages again, the only sign of him listening a slight grunt every ten seconds.

“And I’m just sitting there, trying to figure out how to talk to him without making an ass out of myself again but it’s a vicious cycle – what if I accidentally start rambling again?”

“Yeah, I wonder what that would be like,” Wes interjects, voice muffled by the paper.

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Midnight Train

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2h0HRQt

by bananacabana

After discovering some awful news, Kurt catches the last train back to Columbus early on Christmas morning, wanting only to be home with his family. On this train Kurt will find a boy who has nothing but also has nothing to lose. Homeless!Blaine.

Words: 5336, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2h0HRQt

Klaine Advent Day 6: Fair. 776 words.

Sequel to this drabble from Sunday.


“No, you’re mean and not my friend anymore.”

Kurt whined, draping himself dramatically across the bar. “Shawneeeeeee.”

Shawn ignored him, pointedly turning away from Kurt, chin in the air.

Kurt sighed, stirring the ice in his old-fashioned with his finger.

Yeah, so his little prank on the bartender the other day wasn’t going away smoothly. Was it kind to encourage his friend and favorite bartender to ask for a man’s number knowing that man was married? And knowing that man was married to himself, Kurt? No, it wasn’t kind. But it was funny.

“Shawny I am a man of habit. You not forgiving me and being my friend anymore is really messing up my routine.”

Shawn pouted briefly in mock sympathy before turning his attention back to the women at the other end of the bar.

Kurt groaned, dropping his head back on the bar. He felt a familiar weight against his back before he heard Blaine settle next to him. “No progress?”

Kurt groaned again, leaning into him. “No. None.” He rolled his head onto Blaine’s shoulder as he rubbed over his back. “And you being here probably isn’t helping. Just reminds him why he’s mad at me.”

Blaine made a sympathetic sound in his throat as he continued to stroke over Kurt’s back. Kur curled farther into him.

“Eugh.” Elliott crashed down in the stool on Kurt’s other side. “Do you guys always have to be so… Klaine all the time.”

Kurt snorted and Blaine tilted his head. “Have you been talking to Rachel?” he asked.

Kurt ignored his husband. “Oh, my sweet Starchild. Bitterness is not attractive on you.”

Elliott grunted, taking a long pull from his iced tea, finishing it. Blaine frowned. Kurt patted his knee.

“‘Nother Long Island there for ya, Elliott?” Shawn sidled up to Elliott, not looking at Kurt.

Elliott glanced up, a slight smile on his face. “Nah, I think I’ll just have a coke.” He slid his glass across the bar. “Thanks.”

Shawn winked, taking the glass from Elliott. Their fingers brushed.

Kurt quirked an eyebrow.

“Hey, Shawn?” Kurt asked. “Will you be my friend again if I get you a date?”

Shawn barely deigned Kurt with a glance and an eye roll, filling up a clean glass with coke from the soda gun. “I am more than capable of getting my own dates.”

“Oh, I know. Of course I know! A stud like yourself.” Shawn snorted. Blaine squeezed his hand. Little thick there, love. “But anyway, I meant a date with someone who has the Kurt Seal of Approval. Since you couldn’t date the man who has the Ultimate Kurt Seal of Approval.” He bumped his shoulder gently into his husband, who bumped him back, grinning softly. “Only seems fair.”

Shawn looked at Kurt, disbelieving. “Seriously? That’s what you’re offering?”

Kurt shrugged his mouth. “You doubt me but I’ve already got someone lined up. Just tell me when.”

Shawn considered this, wiping out and cleaning Elliott’s glass. He raised an eyebrow but it was curious rather than damning. “Get me the date and I’ll think about it.”

Kurt nodded once, finishing off his drink. He didn’t slam the glass down like they did in the movies but it was a near thing.

He turned to Elliott, determinedly and dramatically. “Starchild. My son. Take the bartender out on a date.”

Elliott raised a single eyebrow.

Blaine dropped his head on Kurt’s shoulder, embarrassed.

Shawn immediately turned red. “Kurt, come o–”

“Okay,” Elliott answered.

Shawn snapped his head to him. “Wha– really?”

Elliott smiled, playing with the straw in his drink. “Yeah, why not? I’ve known you for a while. I like you. You’re cute.” He shrugged. “Let’s go out.”

Kurt splayed his hands, his grin smug.

Shawn looked from Kurt, to Elliott, to Blaine who was still laughing into Kurt’s shoulder.

After what seemed to be a heated internal argument, Shawn sighed, slapping his towel on the counter. “Yes,” he said to Elliott, then immediately turned and pointed into Kurt’s face. “Fuck you.”

Kurt just laughed as Shawn went to clock out with his bosses. Elliott smiled, watching him.

“What do I win?” Kurt asked him, clapping his hands in front of him, daintily.

Elliott sighed. “We can watch Moulin Rouge for movie night on Thursday.”

Blaine’s head perked up. “Ooh, yay!” He and his husband exchanged a tiny high-five.

Elliott rolled his eyes as he finished his drink, Shawn coming around the counter so they could leave. “Yeah, well,” he put his glass down, throwing a wink to Kurt and Blaine before heading to meet Shawn at the door. “It’s only fair.”

Klaine Advent Drabble - “If at First You Don’t Succeed” (Rated T)

In the middle of one of their scheduled make-out sessions, Kurt decides to renegotiate the ‘south of the equator’ deal … which ends in a way neither boy expects. But Kurt isn’t willing to just give up. (1021 words)

Written for the Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge prompt “fair” with a dose of dare and early. Also, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Hedwig nod xD

Dalton Blaine. High school AU. 

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“Oh, Kurt,” Blaine moans, stretching out on the back bench seat of Kurt’s Navigator as Kurt starts a journey down his chest, pushing aside his Dalton tie and undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one with shaking fingers. “Oh, God, yes …”

“Don’t get ahead of me there,” Kurt scolds, teasing, but nervously, when Blaine lifts up and his hardening erection bumps Kurt in the clavicle. “We’re not going that far tonight.”

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klaine advent challenge day 6: fair

word count: 625

It’s after 11PM on Christmas Day. Burt and Carole have gone to bed already after a huge meal and one too many glasses of eggnog. The TV is playing a fake fireplace, with an electric heater doing all of the legwork in terms of keeping the room warm. Burt’s iPod is playing Christmas Carols, there’s snow drifting down outside the window, and Kurt’s fast asleep on Blaine’s shoulder.

Blaine’s tired, too, and not all that comfortable on the Hudson-Hummel’s ancient couch. He has so many memories of this couch, both good and bad. Sitting nervously next to Kurt while meeting Burt and Carole officially, sweating in his cardigan. Horizontal with Kurt on top of him, taking advantage of an empty house. Playing video games with Finn. Crying, in the days after the news broke and the funeral. Sleeping there because Kurt was too fragile to be left alone, curled up in the armchair with their hands joined.

He looks down at his husband, hair messy under his red Santa hat. His cheeks are flushed from the alcohol, and he looks positively angelic in the gentle lights from the tree. Takes his hand - his left hand - and brings them up in front of him, watching the twinkling lights reflect off their rings.

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Love is in the air...

Cassie, Zinnia and I are working on the songs for the 2017 Klaine Valentine’s Challenge and omg I’m in love with our list! Counting the days until we launch it (Feb. 1, 2017). One fic or work of art every day (some writers create a 14 chapter fic instead of ficlets) for 14 days…sigh…we need all the love we can get lately.

If you missed the beautiful stories from the 1st KVD challenge, head on over to the KlaineValentinesChallenge blog and enjoy the love! Be sure to follow so you won’t miss the new graphics and the challenge unfold…soon.

The Life Ahead 8/12

The tournament being held in his honour is a wonderful distraction for Blaine, who is still getting used to the fact that he is the King’s fiance. As the tournament goes on, however, Blaine finds it harder to be distracted. His political ambitions are set in motion far sooner than he expected, while feelings for a certain Prince linger more than Blaine would like to admit. Nothing is unfolding as he thought it would.

Then again, has it ever?

Hey everyone! Sorry this chapter is coming a day late! I wrote 4 assignments for school over the course of the last 24 hours because obviously I hate myself but I’m officially done with the fall semester and I’m ready to get my holiday cheer on :D

Anyway, sorry for the wait, don’t forget to check out the extended warnings for this fic, and I hope you guys enjoy :) See you Friday!

Read on AO3 |  Read Part One  |  Read Part Two  |  Read Part Three  |  Read Part Four  |  Read Part Five  | Read Part Six  | Read Previous Chapter 

Blaine’s return to the concubine quarters is far more peaceful than his departure. He finds Will and Sue talking in the common room, and Will tells him that Emma is taking her bath, and that Brittany and Elliott are with her, so she’s not alone.

Blaine nods and sits down next to them.

“I’m surprised you’re back so early,” Will says. “You didn’t murder the King, did you?”

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Klaine Advent: Ch. 6 - Fair

Chapter 6 of my two continuous AU stories; the first, “Snow and Mistletoe” is set in Lima with high school age Blaine and Kurt, and the second, “Plan on Me” is adult Klaine with doctor!Blaine and Broadway!Kurt, done in a series of drabbles.  POV’s will change. I hope you enjoy - please reblog and share the love!

Note:  Both titles are lyrics from “I’ll Be Home For Christmas”

Snow and Mistletoe
AU, Klaine, A03, 100 words
Prompt:  Fair

“I saw you with that boy.” Burt’s face is indecipherable.

Don’t ruin this for me, dad, Kurt thinks frantically.  Not when something good might actually happen.  At least give me a fair chance.

“He’s a singer, too. Goes to Dalton.”

“Hmm.”  Burt tugs hard on the rope holding their new tree to the top of the car.  

“He’s nice.”  Kurt’s hand grips his phone tightly; Blaine’s number is in there.  Burt’s not going to take that away.

“You two could duet,” Burt says.

Kurt risks a quick glance to Burt’s face, sees only fond curiosity.  “We could.”

Burt nods.  “Good.”


Plan on Me
AU, Klaine, A03, 100 words
Prompt:  Fair

Off the heavy painkillers, Blaine’s mind clears.  Kurt is pressed up against him in the hospital bed, a layer of comfort over the stream of anxiety running underneath his skin.

“Hey, you’re awake. Feeling better?”  Kurt presses a soft kiss to his temple, and Blaine closes his eyes, leaning his face against Kurt’s cheek.  He smells wonderful, like home.  Like love.

“You always make me feel better,” he whispers, his voice rough.  

“It’s only fair,” Kurt says. Blaine feels Kurt shuffle him closer, hold him tight.  “You do the same for me.  Least I can do is return the favor.”