Summary: (Unrequested) Your boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe, shows up at school one day.
A/N: Just a one-shot I thought of, nothing too special about this one. Again, from my old blog
You sat in the Glee Club room with everyone else as you were waiting for the school day to start, the room had become your hangout place. Everyone was talking, until a sudden presence in the doorway quieted everyone.
“I still hate the stench of public schools.” Your boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe.
“Oh my god, what is Satan doing here?” Santana groans with a pointed stare at Sebastian as he enters the room.
“Well, I have the day off, and I thought I’d come and see my competition. Well, you’d technically only be competition if you even had a chance at winning. But that’s besides the point. I also came here to see my girlfriend.” He leans against the piano, waiting for the reaction.
Blaine, your brother, who is currently the only person at McKinley who knows about your relationship, groans. Everyone hears him but pays little attention, instead murmuring to themselves.
“But why is he here?” Sebastian looks at you and winks while everyone is distracted. He knows you haven’t told New Directions that you two are dating.
“I thought he was gay.”
“No, actually. I’m 100% straight. It’s just fun to flirt with guys.” Sebastian chimes in, still leaning against the piano.
“If you’re here to see your girlfriend, why are you standing around here?” Mercedes questions him, and Sebastian just looks at you.
“Guys,” you sigh. “Sebastian is my boyfriend.”
“WHAT?” They all shout at once.
“You’re dating Satan?” Santana asks you.
“Y/N he’s the enemy.” Kurt admonishes, his deep distrust of Sebastian showing.
“Yes, we’re dating. And relax, we’ve been dating for a while, if something bad was going to happen it would have already happened. Have the Warblers even tried to sabotage us recently?”
“Blaine, you knew about this?” People start to question him, and he gets defensive.
“Guys, guys, don’t pin this on Blaine, I told him not to tell you.” Sebastian takes his chance to move from the piano and stride languidly towards the group, taking a chair and sitting in it backwards, so the back of the chair is facing them and his long legs are slung on either side.
“Look, I know you guys don’t like me. I don’t expect you to. Well, I expect one of you to.” Sebastian looks at you and winks, giving a proud smirk when he makes you blush. “But I mean, I decided to spend my entire day off with my girlfriend at her…poor excuse for a school.” He shudders slightly and looks around with disgust at the last phrase but continues. “Plus, you all know me, I can be ruthless, cold, I’d go as far as heartless even. But I love Y/N, I mean ask Blaine he’s seen us.”
“It’s true, it’s actually kind of sickening sometimes how they are together.” You get up from your chair and go to Sebastian, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the chair.
“Heyyy, can we talk? Okay great, come on.” Once you’ve successfully gotten him into the hallway (how does he manage to walk so smoothly even when he’s pulled?) you stick your head back into the room.
“Just a sec.” You close the door, unaware that they could still see you through the window. All is quiet in the room as they try to hear you and Sebastian.
“Why did you come, Sebastian?”
“What, no ‘happy to see you’ kiss?” He smirks, and you reach up on your tiptoes to quickly kiss him, but he catches you and deepens the kiss, taking a step forward to close the gap. You respond immediately, intensifying the kiss until you have to break away to air.
“Oh. My. God.” Kurt is the first to speak, saying what was on everyone’s mind.
“I feel like I have to go wash out my eyes.” Brittany comments, and people murmur their agreement.
“I’m the one that has to deal with this all the time, guys.” Blaine says, and people all apologize.
“Because I want to spend the day with my girlfriend. Even if it means being inside a public school.”
You smirk, a habit you developed from Sebastian. He smirks to himself, pleased that he was rubbing off on you.
“Well that’s nice of you. But please, don’t be a jerk to them.”
“I’ll try. But only because I love you.”
“I love you too.” You kiss him again, quickly this time, and head back into the room.
“We’re back.” You announce, as you sit back down in your chair and Sebastian takes the one next to you.
“Fine, just please don’t make out like that again.” Rachel says. “It was disturbing.”
“No promises.” Is all Sebastian says as he takes your hand, pulling gently. You concede, getting up from your chair and going to sit in his lap, turned so you can see him like you usually do. You see people looking at you, but you give them a few pointed stares before settling in and talking to Sebastian.
“Does this always happen?” Kurt questions Blain.
“Unfortunately, yes. But you should see him with her, he’s different. He cares about her.” He motions for the group to gather at the other side of the room while you talk to Sebastian.
“Guys, I know you may not like Sebastian, but Y/N really does, and he likes her.”
“Okay, well I don’t see any problem with it. Besides, it’s not our business to be involved in her relationship, as long as they’re both happy. The most we can do is be accepting.” Mercedes says, and everyone agrees.
“If Y/N gets hurt though, I’m kicking his ass.” Santana adds, and people agree again. The group disperses, and turns to see you and Sebastian kissing again, like you were in the hallway.
“Oh my god the images.” Artie says and covers his eyes.
“Y/N, please. I’m your brother I don’t need to see that.” Blaine says as the group comes to stand in front of you and Sebastian. You pull away, both you and Sebastian looking at the group in front of you. Mercedes is the first to speak.
“Y/N it’s come to our attention that you’re dating Sebastian, and although he is ‘the enemy’, we wanted to say we’re happy for you. Just please, don’t kiss like that in front of us.” You get up from Sebastian’s lap, and hug Mercedes.
“Thanks you guys, that means so much.” Santana walks over to Sebastian and looms in front of him.
“If you hurt her, I will hurt you pretty boy, so treat her right.” Sebastian just stands up and adjusts his shirt.
“I already do.” He comes over to you, grabbing your hand and gently pulling.
“Come on, Babe. You can give me a tour of this wretched place. Or we can go get coffee.”
“Fine,” you acquiesce, with a hint of a smile. “See you guys later!” You call out as the door shuts behind you.
“They really are good together.” Quinn comments as everyone sits down again.
Inspired by the recent weather (if you live in the northeast quarter of the States like Kurt and Blaine), here is some silly/smutty/sappy winter Fluff – in which Blaine wants to play, Kurt wants to stay in bed, and everyone manages to get what they want.
Kurt startles awake at the sound of the wind whipping against the bedroom window, groggily blinking his eyes open with a disgruntled little whine. He’s alone in the bed, though he distinctly remembers falling asleep with a husband-shaped heating pad in his arms. “Blaine?”
Blaine’s leaning against the windowsill next to the bed, silhouetted against the dim gray light and staring out at the heavy snow that hasn’t stopped falling on New York City since yesterday afternoon. His hair is mussed and he’s only wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants. “Morning, baby.”
“It’s so early, why are you up? You know we don’t have to go anywhere today. Everything’s closed.”
“Natural alarm clock, I guess,” Blaine answers. Then he hums, pressing his hands against the windows, and says, “Gosh, the snow is so beautiful when it hasn’t been touched yet.”
“So am – I haven’t been – “ Kurt tries for a dirty joke, but he can’t even piece one together in his sleepiness. He yawns, shivering in the slight draft. “Just… come back to bed, it’s a snow day. Did years of school in the Midwest teach you nothing?”
“I don’t know why I
let you talk me into this,” Blaine says, turning on his heel and walking down
the street the way they came. “This is ridiculous.”
“No, it’s not! It’s brilliant!” Tina grabs Blaine by the
shoulders and spins him back around with surprising strength. “I’m not saying
get a full glam makeover, just a little touch up. You want to look your best
for your audition, don’t you?”
“I guess. It’s just … I haven’t worn makeup in so long. I feel
kind of silly putting it on now.” Blaine can’t help feeling a bit
self-conscious. He’s been cultivating a new image since high school – a more macho image. It hasn’t exactly been
working for him the way he’d hoped, but one thing it doesn’t include is makeup.
“Nonsense.” Tina turns him slightly, directing him to Sephora.
“BuzzFeed says that men these days get touchups all the time. Everybody from
baristas to CEOs drops in on their lunch hour to get freshened up.”
“You know, you can’t trust everything you see on BuzzFeed,
Tina.” Blaine puts his hands out and pulls open the door before Tina can push
him straight through the glass. “Besides, I don’t think that plumper lips or
the perfect smoky eye is going to help me get this part.”
Tina shrugs. “You never know. This is a Broadway role you’re going for.”
Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.
High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine Rating: Explicit Warnings (for the story overall): some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex Word Count: ~5700 (this chapter)
The next time I estimate how many chapters something will be while I’m still writing it, feel free to laugh in my face.
And if you were waiting for the chapter to meet the explicit rating, wait no more…
No other specific warnings. Maybe boys being idiots.
“Kurt I swear I had no idea,” Mercedes hissed under her breath.
Apparently not quietly enough because Blaine chuckled across the table. Kurt could feel his face heat up, and not just because of embarrassment. Blaine had been cute in high school; Kurt was attracted to him from the moment he spotted him in that frat house, before they’d even officially met. After they were unexpectedly thrown together Kurt had found himself drawn to both the scruffy football version as well as the more dapper, prep-school Blaine that had started to emerge as their time at McKinley had ended. But all grown up? All the hints Blaine had shown of his potential for old-Hollywood handsome had bloomed into one very attractive and well put together adult. Kurt would have checked him out thoroughly if he’d been a stranger.
“You can imagine how shocked I was when Mercedes showed up at the restaurant,” Blaine said, eyes twinkling. “Then when she said you were meeting us -” Blaine scratched at his temple. “Well, I confess I was even more shocked.”
“Hmm, I suppose it’s a good idea that this was a blind date then,” Kurt said. He tried to be flirty, like he would be on any date, but he could tell it came out a little too icily and Blaine’s pleased expression slipped for just a moment. Kurt bit back a grimace. “I only meant,” Kurt faltered, “expectations can play games with you.”
Blaine audibly sucked in a breath through his nose, lifting his chin a fraction in Kurt’s direction. “Yes, I suppose that’s true,” Blaine said. “It’s not often you get set up with your high school rival.”
“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.”
Klaine Valentines Challenge Drabble - “Come up to Meet You” (Rated T)
When Blaine Anderson meets Kurt on the streets of New York, Blaine can’t believe his eyes. He’s been waiting to meet Kurt in the flesh for so long. The only problem is that Kurt can’t fathom why … or how Blaine knows who he is. (1559 words)
Written for the Klaine Valentines Challenge Prompt Day 2 “Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop”
Kurt plucks the earbud out of his left ear when he hears his
name weave in between songs.
“Is that really you?”
Kurt, who had stopped outside of Starbucks to check his text
messages, looks up as a young man approaches, eyes widening beneath enviably long,
dark lashes, staring at Kurt as if Kurt was Clark Gable reincarnate.
Fic: All That Bird Talk: Five Times Blaine Anderson Talks About Sex
Summary: Blaine growing up in five conversations about sex. Canon compliant from early!klaine right through to our American Boys hanging out in their loft.
All That Bird Talk
Blaine is pretty sure he knows how to talk about sex. He just hasn’t really had the opportunity yet.
Despite wishing the world could just get the whole gay thing, and despite having a moment of drunken confusion, Blaine has always been proud. He likes boys and if his friends and his school and his health class weren’t going to talk to him about it, then he was going to educate himself. Yes, there were those websites. But there were also some websites that were factual, informative and all around great resources - Planned Parenthood had a teen sex info website, the lgbt youth line website had a myths and reality page all about sex. And Blaine had read them all. Twenty-three times.
Klaine one-shot - “Cozy Little Secret” (Rated PG13)
Kurt decides to take Blaine up on an offer to move in with him, but when Kurt shows up the next morning with his bags, Blaine starts acting more than a little suspicious.
What could he be hiding? (1865 words)
So, this AU assumes that Kurt and Blaine didn’t meet in high school, but when they were a little older and already in New York. I’d like to think this Blaine is more “Dalton Blaine if he didn’t switch to McKinley”. It is a re-write of another fic I wrote (for full disclosure).
I’d like to thank Darren for taking on the role of Hedwig and bringing you into my crazy life. Please accept these small tokens as indications of how much I appreciate your presence, your friendship, your sense of humor, your willingness to beta at all hours of the day and night, your porn, and your general existence.
There are a smattering of items set to go off throughout the day. For my own sanity I have taken the drabble option (and they are all tagged #pink’s birthday drabbles) - in the vicinity of 100 words each, but who’s really counting….
“Yes Blaine.” Kurt cradled the furball in his arms, out of his fiance’s reach. “His name is General Fluff.”
“Uh huh. Isn’t he pretty? He’s got yellow eyes just like you.”
“I do not have yellow eyes.”
Kurt stepped closer, squinting into Blaine’s face. “In the right light, yes you do. Almost.”
They had talked about adopting a cat, and Blaine had researched the adoption options in Brooklyn. He thought maybe a kitten or two needing a good home. Blaine sighed.
“I guess older cats need good homes too.”
Kurt’s face lit up, and Blaine could not be upset at all.
“So … what do you think?” Kurt whispers. He presses his cheek
against Blaine’s, enjoying this closeness, the semi-quiet. They chose to dance
alone in a dark, secluded corner instead of out on the dance floor, stealing a moment
all to themselves away from the music and the lights and the people. They sway
in one spot, barely larger than a step from side to side. The time for
ambitious dance numbers ended over an hour ago when Sam tried to do the worm
and took out two bridesmaids and a groomsman. The four of them knocked into the
dessert table and almost dislodged a $3,000 eight-tiered wedding cake from its pedestal.
Thankfully, the waiters managed to save it, but Sam ended up squashed at the
bottom of the pile. Kurt’s still surprised he didn’t bruise anything. “Is it
everything you hoped it would be?”
“I think …” Blaine raises his chin from Kurt’s shoulder and
kisses him sweetly on the lips “… this wedding turned out incredible. Better than I ever imagined. All thanks to our brilliant wedding planner.”
“I am brilliant, aren’t I?” Kurt says, flipping his newly highlighted
So I was too tired to finish this on time, but here it is, the last piece I’m going to make for Klainelock Week. We’re in Blaine’s Mind Palace! Thanks for everyone who has been a part of this week, I loved it and love all of you talented angels!
The first story I’m going
to rec is my very first Klaine multichapter, Weave Your Magic. It’s still a
WIP, and will probably remain so for a long time, because it’s a soap opera
kind of fic that could always go on and on. I started writing it because I
missed canon Glee and wasn’t ready to say goodbye to the Glee characters, and
this is my way of keeping them alive.
I feel like I should warn you this fic is the slowest of slow burns. As
I’ve said before, I write from both points of view, and by now I’ve learnt not
to repeat too much, but to provide different information in each point of view.
Well, that was a long learning process, and you can tell by the very beginning
of Weave Your Magic. Way too much repetition and overlap in the first chapters.
I really should go back and re-write the beginning, but, well… Ain’t nobody got
time for that… So many story ideas and so little time to write! So please, if
you venture into this fic, cut me some slack and don’t stop reading because of
the repetitions in the first twenty chapters or so. Just skip the repetitive
parts. It gets better after a while, I promise.
Cooper was wrong. Blaine knew what he was
missing. He saw it whenever he spent time with Nick and Jeff. That was what he
wanted. Not some quick fix, but someone who’d stick around. Someone who’d be
his best friend, his lover, his confidant, his strongest supporter and his
shoulder to cry on. Someone he could talk with for hours about every topic
under the sun. Someone he would dare to share every aspect of himself with.
Someone he could have a pillow fight or a tickle war with until they were both
breathless with laughter. Someone who knew him inside and out. Someone who’d
finish his sentences, give him the last cookie, cheer him up when he was sad
and remember how he liked his coffee in the morning.
And now that Blaine had found that person in
Kurt, he was so glad he’d waited, because he couldn’t imagine giving his body
where he hadn’t already given his heart. He said as much to Kurt, and was glad
that his boyfriend agreed.
And then Kurt kissed him just so, and Blaine
stopped thinking altogether and kissed him back with abandon.
Picture Perfect is a fairly recent fic of
mine that I wrote for the Kurt Big Bang 2016. It’s one of my favourites,
because I based an important OC on a dear friend of mine that died while I was
writing the fic, and remembering her and cherishing the memory of her in this
way was very bittersweet but also cathartic.
As many of my stories, this is fantasy Klaine, featuring fairy-tale
creatures and magic, but above all, it’s a story about making friends in
unexpected places, about making bold choices and seeing them through and about
love conquering all.
“Yes,” Kurt said. “I’d do whatever I had to do to keep you happy and
Burt stared at Kurt for quite some time, a peculiar expression on his
face. Then he mumbled, “Shouldn’t it be the parent saying that to his child?”
I love fairy tales and fantasy stories, and Worth the Wait is a
hodgepodge of all the elements I love about these kind of stories: a surprise
encounter, a quest the hero has to undertake and three challenges he’ll have to
face, with a magic ring to help him along. I had tons of fun writing this
story, and I hope you’ll enjoy reading it just as much.
“This place feels so full of possibilities.
Like, if I wanted to get married tomorrow, I could just go to the city hall and
do it without anyone batting an eye.”
Kurt laughed. “Might want to find someone to
marry first, though. I thought you said you were single?”
Blaine shrugged. “I am, yes. But I want to get
married someday, and it’s so great to know that I totally can, here, and no-one
will think it’s weird or wrong.”
“So what kind of man do you want to marry?”
Kurt wanted to know.
“Ideally, my best friend,” Blaine mused. “I
want to get to know someone and become friends first. Best friends. And then
let it evolve into more. They say that love is friendship set on fire, don’t
they? Well, that’s what I want. And then, if I’d buy flowers for my love, I’d
buy him roses in yellow and red. Yellow for friendship, and red for passion.”
This originally started out as just a silly one-shot, but I got so many
requests to continue the story that I turned it into a multichapter. It
features famous Blaine (one of my favourite tropes) meeting Kurt on a plane.
Blaine likes Kurt instantly, while Kurt isn’t impressed with Blaine at all.
“Oh, here he is!” Rachel announced chipperly,
tugging Kurt into the circle of girls. “He can tell you!”
Rachel, what have you done now?
Kurt was sure he had a deer-in-the-headlights
look on his face, and he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to say.
“Well, tell them,” Rachel prodded Kurt
“Tell them what, exactly?” Kurt said slowly,
trying his hardest to keep his temper in check.
“How Blaine invited you to come to the concert,
and backstage,” Rachel prompted. She sighed and clasped her hands together
dramatically. ““Isn’t it romantic?”
Okay, this time Kurt truly couldn’t stop
himself from rolling his eyes and huffing in exasperation.
Really, Rachel? Do you
WANT me to be lynched by a mob of hysterical teenage Blaine fans? If you do, by
all means, carry on. Five more minutes of you spouting nonsense and they’ll
have their pitchforks at the ready!
When Cooper turned up in Season Three, I immediately thought, “Huh, that
one will get along well with Rachel. So self-absorbed, the both of them.” So
when I started reading fanfiction, I thought, “Well, there must be tons where
Rachel is dating Cooper, right?” But there weren’t. So I decided to write one
myself, and to make this a verse where Kurt and Blaine had never met, because
of course Rachel and Cooper would be enthusiastic but terrible matchmakers and
the many misunderstandings that would cause had the potential to be very
The next morning, Kurt got up later than he usually
did, his head hurting slightly. He walked to the kitchen on autopilot, grabbed
a bowl and his breakfast cereal, poured milk over it and went to sit down at
the kitchen table to eat. Somewhere between his second and third spoonful, his
brain registered that he was not the only one sitting at the table. Across from
him sat a very good-looking but also very naked guy, who seemed to come
straight out of the Magic Mike films.
“Hi!” Mr Magic Mike greeted Kurt chipperly.
Kurt, his eyes bugging out of his head, didn’t
reply. He just stared at Cooper dumbly.
Rachel sailed into the kitchen at this point,
positively glowing with happiness. “Kurt, this is my boyfriend and co-star,
Kurt turned to glare at her.
“Yes, yes, we probably woke you up last night,”
Rachel continued. “I’m sorry, Kurt. It wasn’t planned. It just… sort of
“Right,” Kurt drawled. “Next time, could you
make it happen at Cooper’s place, please? I don’t deal well with sleep
deprivation. Also, your boyfriend’s bare ass is on one of my vintage flea
market chairs. Ugh. Tell him to at least put boxers on, please.”
Cooper let out a deep and hearty belly-laugh.
“And I thought that my brother was the absolute worst person to deal with in
the morning… Okay, okay, I’ll go put some clothes on!”
Cooper got up from his chair, yawned and
stretched and then went in the direction of Rachel’s bedroom.