you moved me kurt

anonymous asked:

So I'm just watching "Thinking Out Loud" video and can you imagine this: Blaine as Ed, and Kurt as choreographer who came up with this dance. They have a late in night rehearsal and you can literally touch the tension between them. And then there's that one move, too close, too intimate and BOOM! they're kissing and oh I gave myself feelings *___*

Kurt still thinks it’s a prank as he opens the door to the studio.

There is no way that he has actually been called to choreograph Blaine Fucking Anderson’s latest video.

Not to look down on him and his dancing studio, it’s just a fact:

Stars of Blaine Anderson’s status don’t go to Brooklyn’s choreograph for a music video–they go to big names, famous dancers and acclaimed professionals.

Not … him.

But it is Blaine Fucking Anderson standing in the middle of a beautiful factory-turned-loft, wearing a somehow loose but fitting shirt–there is some kind of black magic at work here–and snug sweatpants that leave nothing to Kurt’s vivid imagination.

A blond man approaches Kurt, and he reads enough gossip magazines (shush, it’s a professional occupation) to recognize Blaine Anderson’s occasional lyricist and best friend, Sam Evans. “Mr. Hummel!” the man exclaims, shaking Kurt’s hand enthusiastically. “So glad you could make it.”

Kurt shakes his hand back and can’t help but smile at his energy. “I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else,” he replies, looking behind Sam at Blaine who is warming up with a look of focus.

Damn he’s attractive–no wonder he has so many fan groups.

Not that Kurt doesn’t have his own little group of followers on the different social media, but they do not compare with Blaine’s.

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Size Isn’t Everything 1/4

Notes: The past week has been especially mentally and emotionally challenging and I’m choosing to combat that with a little Klaine PW(ithout much)P. So for the few dozen who might want to read some Klaine smut, this is for you. I hope this makes your evening even just a little bit brighter. Or something.

As always thanks to superbeta @mshoneysucklepink. Please blame me.

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Summary: Kurt’s got a bit of a size-kink. Based on this prompt from the @prompt-a-klainefic blog. 
Chapter: 1/3 (the rest should be up within a week)
Words: ~2577 (this chapter)
Warnings:  I guess? PWP, Size kink, 

“…and I swear to god he had a huge dick.”

Kurt walked up to the bar, waving at his friend Sasha and accepting the offered martini from his regular bartender.

“Who’s a huge dick?” he asked. A few of the guys from the ensemble of the last show he worked on had been getting together for a regular weekly bitch session, and it inevitably turned into not-so-wild tales of various attempted sexcapades. It was silly, and the guys were fun, and besides, everyone needed to let off a little steam now and then, right?

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ME EVERYTIME:

Person: What’s your favorite hobby?

Me: Watching Klaine scenes

Person: Mm.. yeah but I mean… 

Me: Watching Klaine scenes 

Person: Ok but…

Me: Watching Klaine scenes 

Person: b..

Me: YOU MOVE ME KURT 

Strangers.

“Um, hi. Can I ask you a question? I’m new here”
“My name’s Blaine”
“Kurt”

Best friends.

Boyfriends.

“Kurt, there is a moment when you say to yourself, Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you forever. Watching you do “Blackbird” this week… that was a moment for me. About you. You moved me, Kurt, and this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you”

Ex boyfriends.

Lovers.

Boyfriends again.

B: “I will sign whatever you want. Please say we can be boyfriends again. What?”
K: “I don’t know if relationships actually work, I mean…weren’t Bethenny and Jason supposed to be forever?”
B: “For every Bethenny and Jason, there is a Will and a Jada and a Kurt and a Goldie. C'mon, can’t we at least just give it a try?”
K:“But I’m Goldie, of course…”
B: “Of course you are”
K: “Okay, I can’t believe we’re going to do this again”

Fiances.

“fearlessly and forever”

“it’s not just a puppet. It’s a puppet of my fiance” Blaine.

“Oh, it´s my fiance” Kurt.

Exes again.

They’re back together.

B: “Kurt, are you ok?”

K: “No. I’m not ok. I love you. I still love you”

and finally… Husbands ♥.

“I do”

“I do”

their first kiss as husbands ♥

And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I’m thinking ‘bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am

anonymous asked:

Hi if it's okay to prompt you, would you mind writing a Klaine AU where Cooper is Kurt's teacher in HS/College and Kurt somehow meets Blaine without making the connection and then cuteness/embarassment.. I'm very vague, kinda relying on your brilliant mind tbh sorry ;)

I hope this is what you had in mind nonnie ^^

“… And if you don’t point, what happens Mr. Hummel?”

Kurt is shaken from his daydreaming by Mr. Anderson calling out his name.

Namely, a daydream about their wedding plans. Kurt is on plan #21.

It involves doves. And glitter.

Thankfully for his academic career, Mr. Anderson, as handsome as he may be, is not very original in his Introduction to acting class.

“The audience won’t be able to understand our emotions, sir,” he replies, managing to look focused and like his notes are not variations of the different ways to hyphenate Hummel and Anderson.

Alphabetical can suck it, Hummel-Anderson sounds better.

“Very good, Kurt.”

Kurt is beaming before he can remind himself that he should not reveal his feelings so openly.

Then again, he wasn’t pointing at Mr. Cooper Anderson or at himself, so he feels pretty safe.

For now.

Must practice his poker face.

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anonymous asked:

darkness

young and fumbling and a little insecure but they love each other so here we are

consider this what happened after the camera cut away during “The First Time”

(one word prompt thingy)

“Are you ready?” 

Kurt has never wanted anything this badly in his life, but he can’t seem to make words at the moment. His breath is loud and ragged in a way he’s too turned on to be self-conscious about, so he swallows and nods his head emphatically until Blaine smiles back at him. 

Blaine reaches over to his nightstand and turns off the lamp, covering them in darkness. 

“Oh, what about you? Am I too heavy? I should have asked before, sorry.” He doesn’t know what he’s doing, though his–their–first time has gone spectacularly so far. His boyfriend is warm and hard underneath him, and so hot, and it’s screwing with his concentration if he’s honest, but he’s trying his best to be his best for Blaine.

“I’m great. It’s okay, Kurt,” Blaine answers, and Kurt feels him lift up a little to kiss him. His lips don’t quite land on target, his kiss right under Kurt’s nose, but he just laughs and slides his mouth a little lower to meet him as intended. 

“Okay. Good. Off with this, then,” Kurt says, gaining a little confidence at the way Blaine’s squeezing his butt eagerly. He pulls at the neckline of Blaine’s tank top. “Off, Blaine. Off.” 

Blaine laughs again, and as he reaches down to grab the bottom of his shirt, Kurt leans in, planning to kiss Blaine’s neck. Neither reaches his destination, as Blaine’s hand collides with Kurt’s chin. 

“Ow!”

“Oh - I couldn’t see you - “

“I’m okay, haha. Moved too quickly I guess. Here, let me just–” Kurt lifts his hips and grabs at Blaine’s waist until he finds the bottom of the shirt, then pulls it up for him. 

“Oh, wow…”

“What?” 

“It’s… I like how it feels when you take my clothes off, instead of me. Keep going?” Blaine raises his arms above his head, and Kurt keeps lifting the shirt until–

“Omph– wait, Kurt, I’m stuck–” Blaine makes a choking noise and Kurt immediately lets go of the shirt, putting his hands on Blaine’s chest. “Shirt was around my neck,” he says, pulling it the rest of the way off himself.

“Sorry!” Kurt slides his hands lower, idly squeezing at the chubby area around Blaine’s belly button. 

Blaine makes a sudden intake of breath and Kurt feels him suck in his stomach a little under Kurt’s hands. “It’s fine,” he says, his voice suddenly way softer and shakier than it was a moment ago. “Um. Your turn.” 

Kurt moves to sit up on his knees just as Blaine sits up to reach for his t-shirt, and misjudging how much space either of them has, Kurt knees Blaine in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

Blaine doesn’t make a sound, but Kurt certainly feels his knee make contact. “Shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

He gasps for breath, coughing a little, then finally gropes around in the air until he can grab Kurt’s arm. “I’m… I’m okay.”

“This isn’t working, hold on–” Kurt reaches over and turns the lamp back on.

Blaine crosses his arms over his stomach, still getting his breath back.

“This is much better. I don’t think we need the light off.”

“I dunno, it was okay…” Blaine mumbles, shyly looking up at him.

“We’ll end up hurting each other before we finally fuck each other,” Kurt snorts, his eyes going wide as soon as the words are out of his mouth.

“Kurt!” Blaine gasps, shocked laughter shaking his body. He bites his lip, eyes roving over Kurt’s face as he reaches up and cups Kurt’s cheek–making contact on the first try this time.

Kurt barrels forward, feeling braver by the second, and kisses down Blaine’s palm. “I want to keep the lights on. I want all of this with you and I don’t want to miss anything.” He sits on top of Blaine again, leaning down to kiss at all that warm, tan, gorgeous skin on Blaine’s chest, then looks up at Blaine through his eyelashes and says, “I like being able to see you. You make this hotter.”

He doesn’t know it, but he’s just said exactly what Blaine needs to hear. Blaine completely relaxes underneath him, letting go, letting Kurt look. 

“Now… are you ready?”

Blaine nods wordlessly, intertwining their fingers. Kurt gives him one last kiss on the lips, then resumes his slow trip towards the equator.

Fic: All Out of Love

All Out Of Love (6x05 reaction fic)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/David Karofsky
Word count: 2,600
Rating: Teen

Summary: “It’s a couple of days later, after everything with Jane explodes, that Blaine realizes he may still actually be kind of angry.”

Notes: This is my long-delayed elevator reaction fic, which ended up being a reaction fic for all of the first five episodes as well. Thanks to damnpene​ and wowbright​ for beta help and asking when it would be finished.

All Out Of Love

Blaine has never been very good with anger. His family doesn’t fight, not really, and at school he learned early on that if you’re small for your age and gay, you use charm, or you run. He’d learned to box at Dalton, and that had helped, but still sometimes the anger he tried to move past or hide from found him anyway, and usually at the worst possible time. It blew up at Cooper. At Sam. At himself. At Kurt.

During that last fight, he’d gotten really, really angry. A fire too red to see through had filled his brain, and his chest was tight, like he was going to explode of out of his skin. When he’d told Kurt that he would never forgive him for breaking off their engagement, he’d meant it. He’d meant it when he packed a bag and moved out. He stayed furious, too: when Elliott came to see him, cautiously reassuring that he wasn’t taking sides but just wanted to help his friends, Blaine had slammed the door in his face.

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Kisses from Butterflies

Blaine likes him, he likes him back, Blaine likes him, Kurt. Blaine likes him. Kurt can’t even comprehend his life right now. They’re watching a movie together, but all Kurt can see is Blaine. Read on AO3.

Prompt 9: The same story, but told from both character’s point of view. First told completely from Kurt’s POV, then from Blaine’s.

Set after Original Song, ~1600 words, also written for another prompt I saw on slightestwind’s blog (listed at the end).

-Kurt-

Blaine likes him, he likes him back, Blaine likes him, Kurt. Blaine likes him. Kurt can’t even comprehend his life right now. They’re sitting on the bed together, watching a movie together on Blaine’s laptop, and they’re together and all Kurt can see is Blaine. It’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Kurt thinks, but who knows what they’re watching. He’s just focused on Blaine. This entire day has felt like a dream. He was kissed today. By a boy he’s just a little bit in love with. And not just any boy. But Blaine. Blaine. Blaine is the one who kissed him. Somehow the fact that it’s Blaine matters a lot more than Kurt finally kissing a boy he wants to kiss. Kurt doesn’t care what anyone thinks. Today he was kissed for the first time. Today. Not the crap with David, and no, Kurt is not thinking about that right now. Not today. And certainly not the makeout session he had with Brittany. Those don’t count, he thinks fiercely. Kurt is adamant. Today Blaine kissed him, told him he was moved by him, and Kurt is so in love with this boy that he can’t keep it contained.

Kurt’s still staring at Blaine, at his slick hair gelled neatly, at those bright eyes watching the screen in front of them, and Kurt is solely focused on Blaine. They’re just come back from burying Pavarotti, and that was bittersweet. Pavarotti is-was important. Pavarotti listened. He listened to the good stuff, chirping whenever Kurt gushed about Blaine’s dreamy eyes, and the Warblers being so accepting. Pavarotti listened to the bad stuff too: whenever Kurt was missing home, his dad, Carole, even Finn, missed McKinley with a visceral ache in his chest. Pavarotti was a friend, and putting him into the ground was terrible and an insult to Pavarotti’s life, no matter how bedazzled his coffin was. Tears sting his eyes.

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  • Kurt: That was Rachel. She was just confirming us for her opening night.
  • Blaine: What did you tell her?
  • Kurt: I said yeah, if we haven't killed each other in combat class by then, count us in. What happened in there? You were really coming at me, as if you had something to prove. What, I'm not sure...
  • Blaine: That I'm as strong as you are.
  • Kurt: Okay, but it's not like it's a contest.
  • Blaine: Isn't it, on some level? Because for the first time in my life, I really feel like I'm losing. I've felt that way ever since I got to New York. I feel like we're in this race together, and you are just so much farther than I am. And it just feels like the whole balance has shifted.
  • Kurt: What balance?
  • Blaine: I guess it started with when we first met and you came to Dalton to get away from Karofsky and I wanted to help you through that.
  • Kurt: And you did.
  • Blaine: And I loved the way that felt. I loved it. I loved being able to protect you, but now I look at your life and it's completely different. You're a star at school, you have all these cool new friends, you started a band. I just, I feel like you don't need me anymore, to protect or anything. I mean, you asked me to move out, for god's sake.
  • Kurt: We made that decision together. So so, is that what all this stuff is about, what's going on? Are you trying to get me to eat more?
  • Blaine: I don't like the way I feel about myself anymore, Kurt, okay? And you have like this amazing new body. Do you want to know why we haven't been intimate? It's because I feel insecure around you. I feel insecure around my own fiance and FratBoyPhysicals.com isn't going to judge me.
  • Kurt: And neither will I, ever. But I'm not going to apologize for not being some delicate flower that needs his boyfriend that needs his boyfriend to protect him. And maybe you're right, maybe it is a contest. Maybe that's the way it has to be with two guys, but I'd much rather be running this race with you rather than against you.
  • Blaine: Me too, I just -
  • Kurt: As EQUALS.
  • Blaine: I know, I know. I know that. I'm sorry, I just - I'm just so scared that you're going to keep changing and keep getting stronger and one day you're going to wake up and you're going to realize "I don't love him anymore."
  • Kurt: Never, I'm always going to love you. And I don't want you to be insecure or ashamed around me. Next time you're going through something like this you have to be honest with me.
  • Blaine: Okay, okay.

anonymous asked:

klaine: i’m a florist and you keep buying flowers from me and what do you mean it was my fault we didn’t get together earlier you were buying flowers i assumed you had a lover au

Hihi

Klaine Bingo: Earth

Blaine has never been one to buy flowers.

Most of the time, he brings home-made gifts to people inviting him for dinner, and his mother has a whole garden of flowers–the only time he brought her flowers was when he came back from Keukenhof and bought her bulbs of tulips.

But ever since “Edelweiss” opened in his street, Blaine has a sudden willingness to offer flowers to all the people in his life.

A little bouquet of daisies for his barista on a particularly rainy day.

A large bouquet of peonies and freesias on the day of the opening of Sam’s kindergarten school.

An array of potted hyacinths–blue, pink and white–for Tina’s birthday, complete with a bag of fresh soil.

A bouquet of ranunculus for the old lady who sells red bracelets at the entrance of the subway because … because Blaine is running out of people to buy flowers for, and he can’t have too much of them in his apartment–it’s a nightmare to clean, and he gets sneezy when he buys too much of it.

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Fairy!Kurt AU in which Kurt loses the treat he’s bringing in exchange for Blaine’s tooth and it’s an incident that saves his life 8 years later.

Blaine is 8 years old. 

8 whole years. 

He’s old enough to wait for the school bus alone and ride his bike down the street to his friend’s house without his parents. He’s also old enough to wonder if it’s really a fairy that brings him a treat for the tooth he hass lost. 

But despite this slight doubt, he puts the newly fallen tooth under his pillow that night. You know, just in case. 

“How does the Tooth Fairy have the time to bring treats for all children?” he asks as his mother tucks him. 

“The same way Santa does. Magic,” his mother replies with a soft smile and a kiss on his wild curls. “Good night, baby." 

"Good night, Mama,” Blaine yawns. What she said makes sense to him. Because there’s no way Santa isn’t real. 

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fic: A Fairytale Ending

{because a while ago i promised ems an early klaine fic so here you have it.} First date, chocolate covered strawberries and a fairytale. // AO3 ~2k

Kurt wonders how he managed to get so lucky as he sits in the passenger seat of Blaine’s mom’s Prius, his head tilted in content as he watches Blaine whilst he sings along to his iPod. His lips are dancing along to the music and his jaw moves causing the slight stubble on his chin to catch the light from the streetlamps outside.

They’re barely talking, just taking comfort in each other’s presence and Kurt finds that odd, sometimes, how easily he falls into place beside Blaine; the way that the conversation is easy and their silence is a comfort. There’s something different between them, something that as much as he tries he can’t explain it to Mercedes because the only word that come to his lips is ‘fairytale’.

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