Precipice - completed
Title: Precipice
Author: flyblckbirdfly
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Blaine is a new student at McKinley. Kurt is the star of the Cheerios. When Kurt is failing AP Chemistry, Coach Sylvester hires Blaine to tutor Kurt in order to ensure that he earns a grade that will allow him to stay on the squad. What will happen when the supposed nerd and the head cheerleader are forced to spend time together?
Word count: ~30,000
Status: completed
Chapters: 10
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Kurt/Blaine Reversebang 2012 (Tumblr/LJ) - Day 1 :)
Rating: R
Word Count: 10,500
Summary: Blaine Anderson is a struggling musician with a new job. This is the story of everything he finds there.
Artist’s Notes: Illustrating this brilliant, little story was an absolute joy! I had the honor of working in tandem with the ever-incredible wordplay on this project and was beyond blessed to be on the receiving end of her absolute genius direction. So, thank you, Lovely, for allowing me to play in your sandbox for a little while; it’s an experience I would echo again in a heartbeat. ♥
(via heartwolf)
Fic: We’ll Live Our Lives Out Loud 1/2
Title: We’ll Live Our Lives Out Loud 1/2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chris Colfer/Darren Criss
Word Count: This part 14 157, 25 000 in total.
Summary: Crisscolfer AU. Sometimes, running away from the town you grew up in and the person you’ve become means that you find where you belong in the process, even if getting there is painful.
A/N: I wrote this as a birthday gift for my incredible best friend Sol. Happy belated birthday, honey. You’re my everything, and I love you with all my heart.“Life comes at you fast, he scribbles down quickly, messily on a crisp, blank page of his notebook. But sometimes it’s not fast enough.”
“Blaine, we have to figure this out, we can’t keep putting it off.”
“I know, I know, I just… it’s a big decision.” Blaine sighed, pushing aside the folder on the coffee table and pressing his palms hard against his eyes to try and stave off the headache building in his temples.
“Blaine,” Kurt said in a would-be patient voice, though Blaine knew that even he was starting to get a little sick of Blaine’s back and forth. It was their wedding though, he was allowed to want it to be perfect.
“Give me a second,” Blaine said, leaning into the warm hand that settled on his lower back. He huffed and slumped back against the couch. “I just want everything to be perfect.”
“I know,” Kurt said gently, rubbing up and down his back and offering a soothing smile. “Me too. I never would have guessed you’d end up being even more obsessed with the whole thing than me but it’s nice to know you care. But we really need to figure this out, if you take this long with everything, we’ll be forty before the actual wedding.”
“Yeah yeah,” Blaine mumbled, scrunching up his face in consideration. “Okay, um… erm… this one.”
“Are you sure?” Kurt said skeptically.
“Positive,” Blaine said, nodding and smiling in reassurance. “Yes. Yes, I want this one.”
“Fantastic, I agree,” Kurt said, sounding relieved as he plucked the ivory cardstock from the table and stood up, pressing a short kiss to Blaine’s cheek. “I’ll be right back, I need to get my other folder so we can pick the font. Hopefully that will take less than three days to figure out…”
Blaine groaned and flopped facefirst into the cushions, thinking to Kurt’s comment about them not being married until they were forty and seriously considering the potential truth behind it.
(via emmybiscuit)
ficlet: cheerio!kurt/junior class president!blaine aka how klaine became america’s gay teen sweethearts by ruining coach sylvester’s rep
Just a little headcanon thing re: this.
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When Kurt gets to his locker, Blaine is already waiting for him, fairly vibrating in place with excitement. There’s only a touch of gel in his hair, he’s wearing his glasses instead of contacts, and he has on an unflattering sweater Kurt recognizes as a Christmas present from his grandmother last year.
“Taking precautions, huh?” he says as he leans in for a brief good morning kiss. “Very smart. I hope you have more than one change of clothes. I brought you some stuff just in case, get it from my locker if I’m not around.”
“You’re a saint. I also have my gym stuff, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Blaine replies, shrugging. “But it’s finally here! Bake sale day!”
(via aspiringtoeloquence)
Wait in 4/4 Time
“Never stop asking.”
(Source: carsonphillips, via alanadelrey)
Free Parking (fic rec) - Complete!
gingerandfair’s Monopoly porn fill is complete. (Monopoly porn: Kurt and Blaine figure out a way to play Monopoly that is very, very racy.) It is sweet and schmoopy and incredibly, incredibly hot. I was literally fanning myself by the time I got to the end of it. And – bonus! – there are a couple funny parts that had me laughing so hard, my stomach hurt.
I really, really need a Monopoly set now.
reblogging so that i remember to read this and because i heard it is awesome. Let’s face it, if wowbright thinks it is awesome, there’s like a 100% chance it is.
(via drblaine)
“Oh God,” Blaine whispered, “Oh my god there he is.” Blaine pointed with a shaky finger, stopping in his tracks and clutching at Kurt’s arm.
“Blaine, calm down. You’re wrinkling my shirt,” Kurt huffed, removing Blaine’s hand and intertwining their fingers. “Let’s go say hi.”
“Say hi,” Blaine asked incredulously. “You want me to just walk up to… to him? And say hi?” Kurt rolled his eyes, tugging at Blaine’s hand and dragging him forward, weaving expertly between the other park-goers.
(via anderstan)
The Hardest Part of This
Blaine gets some bad news and has to tell his friends.
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Kurt and Blaine sat in the back of Blaine’s car. Blaine half lay against Kurt’s chest. He had his ear pressed against Kurt’s chest, because I just want to listen to your heart. Kurt stroked Blaine’s cheek, shoulder, arm, whatever he could touch. Even Blaine’s gelled down curls.
“Maybe your jokes about using glue for gel was a good idea.” The teen whispered mirthlessly into the silence, “That way it won’t fall off.”
Blaine waited for Kurt to whisper something like ‘Blaine stop it,’ or ‘That’s not funny’. But Kurt said nothing. Maybe because this wasn’t just pessimistic talk anymore, scared comments made while waiting for the test results. It wasn’t just a maybe anymore.
This was real.
(via peetanderson)
“When I was in my senior year of High school, just before Christmas, Blaine proposed to me.” Off to his side, he knows Blaine is pulling a face. “He’ll tell you he didn’t. That getting engaged in high school, when the love is young, that it’s dangerous—” now he won’t look at Finn and Rachel, he knows they’re preening, clutching, stupidly pleased with themselves to have made it a decade out of high school and still be together, married, mostly without hiccups.
Kurt looks at Blaine, at the crisp white shirt, now rolled up to his elbows, the black bowtie and the red rose and the now-jauntily-placed top hat. At the raised eyebrow and the soft smile playing at his lips. “But Blaine gave me a ring and promised me forever and he said…the things he said that day, I thought he’d never be able to promise me more, to make it more…” Kurt has to swallow, he’s practiced this, rehearsed, steeled himself.Don’t cry. ”I thought what he gave me then was everything, was the most romantic, perfect, special moment I’d ever have and we both know, somehow, we’d be together forever and so maybe it’s not so terrible that I agreed to marry him before he’d even asked.”
Every single person in the room knows this story now and they laugh and Kurt takes the moment to squeeze his eyes shut and take a hot breath of air and squeeze Blaine’s hand behind the table and stare at him for a long hard second.
“But then Blaine gave me more. He gave me New York. And most of you. A career I love and a home.” He finds his dad down the table, looking glassy eyed. “He gave my dad grandkids because somehow he managed to convince me we could do twins. That it’d be fun.” He finds the twins standing off the side, not quite old enough to comprehend much more than a party.
Dark haired and blue eyed, a girl and a boy dressed up in silly party clothes and grinning at the balloons. They’ll be four in a month. “Blaine gave the twins everything too.”
Under his Blaine’s hand spasms and Kurt knows he won’t last long. Needs the solid form of Blaine against him or else he’ll fall apart. He takes another breath. “And then he proposed properly. He meant it with every ounce of his being and we both knew it was time and—” another glance down and he can feel the inquisitive looks he’s getting. He grins. “Oh he doesn’t believe me! He thought it was terrible. But he asked me to marry him and it made perfect sense. So we did. And here we are.”
That’s not how the speech ends but Blaine’s tugging him down, trying to pull him off balance. Kurt only manages to gasp out, “Married,” before all his friends and family and applauding and whooping and Blaine’s get him sprawled in his lap. And Blaine’s kissing him, hands on his cheeks, fingertips in his hair, lips caressing back and forth over his.
Grinning and giggling and holding tight with both hands. Blaine drags his mouth up to Kurt’s ear and repeats back: “Married. To me.”
(via princeblainers)
“You know, Finn. Finn. Finn, I’m tooootally ok with you stealing my engagement thunder.”
Finn glanced up from his video game controller to look at Blaine. Currently the boys of Glee, minus Kurt who was downstairs with the girls, were crowded in Blaine’s room, playing video games and keeping him company.
Blaine himself wasn’t doing much of video game playing, his medications still making him silly and out of it. The boys at first had found his high state humorous, but after remembering Blaine had had a serious surgery only a week before, and had almost gone blind, it stopped being funny.
Blaine lay on his bed, head turned to stare at Finn, who was looking confused. “What?”
“You proposed to Rachel.” Blaine said seriously, as if he was the first one to break the news to Finn.
“Yeah, I know.” Finn said, glancing to the rest of his friends who were looking confused as well.
“Well I’m ok with you stealing my lightning…wait…” As Blaine’s face scrunched up, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong in his sentence, Finn turned fully to his friend.
“Dude, what are you talking about?” All the boys were turned completely towards Blaine then.
“You proposed to-”
“I know I proposed to Rachel, but why would I be stealing your thunder?”
Blaine blinked his one eye, looking confused by Finn’s question. “Because Kurt said yes to me like months ago…or weeks. Hours?”
“Said yes to you?!” Puck repeated, all but throwing himself at the bed, as if getting closer to Blaine would make his words make sense.
“Dude did you propose to Kurt?!” Sam squawked, falling on top of Puck. Beside them Finn pretty much collapsed to the floor while Artie rolled over Mike’s hand to get closer.
“I…wait.” Blaine paused, thinking hard. “I gave him a ring.”
“You proposed!” Finn screeched.
“Well—no—I—I made him a ring. It gave me cavities.”
“Made him a ring?”
“Dude, are you sure this isn’t just like a weird dream he made up?” Sam whispered to Finn, who was trying hard not to explode.
“I didn’t make it up!” Blaine pouted defensively, “I made it for him. It was a bow. I gave it to him…and I promised…that I loved him.” Blaine blinked up at the ceiling, “And he said he wanted to get married in Central Park.”
“KURT!” Finn screamed, getting held back by Mike as he tried to bolt for the door.
“Wait, you two didn’t get married, did you?” Artie asked.
Blaine shook his head exaggeratedly, “Noooo…no…we just promised…and then he wore the ring. I don’t…actually, I don’t think I asked.” Blaine said, struggling to remember, “I don’t remember…but I do remember he said yes.”
“Holy shit, dude. Kurt and Blaine are engaged!” Mike said, looking to his friends in shock. Blaine laughed, which was odd since nothing was particularly humorous except maybe Finn’s red face.
Though Blaine’s laughter increased as Sam crashed to the floor, pushed away by Puck as he scrambled out Blaine’s bedroom door screaming “HUMMEL! YOU DOG!” as Finn finally broke free from Mike’s hold and ran out as well.
Sam, Mike, and Artie all exchanged shocked looks before turning back to Blaine, who stopped laughing and picked his head up.
“Hey, where’d they go?”
(via celestialdream)
Ficlet: Where do we go from here?
Summary: Kurt and Blaine and the evening after THE afternoon (where Blaine kissed Kurt for the first time).
Rating: PG
Words: 850
He’s just turning into his driveway, an hour after Warblers’ practice, when his phone buzzes. He turns off the car, silencing the ridiculous break-up song Candles that Blaine chose for them in a gesture to be…romantic? Wow. And Kurt cannot wipe the smile off his face.
He looks at his phone. Blaine. And his cheeks flush. Because what is going on? Seriously, Kurt has just spent the entire afternoon with him - kissing him, building a bird’s casket, kissing some more, Warblers practice, and then kissing for like ten full minutes before Kurt’s dad sent a text wondering if he was coming home for dinner. Can he say that they were making out? That seems so uncouth for describing what was actually happening. But that is so what they were doing. Kurt Hummel was making out with Blaine Anderson.
Kurt unconsciously touches his hand to his lips and smiles down at his phone.
Blaine: Hi Kurt.
Kurt: Hi Blaine.
(via drblaine)
32 Klaine Fics you must read on summer break
(also to get rid of hard/mixed feelings about the season 3 finale)
- Lovesong (you can find the next chapters at the end of each chapter)
- Consonance and dissonance
- Little numbers
- Started out as a feeling
- Worthless/priceless
- The Muse
- Spectrum
- Beautiful
- Sovereing
- Treasure Lust
- Don’t you know
- Hey new kid
- Nameless
- Roses in December
- Go your own way
- Floorshow
- Something different
- Where’s the smoke
- What break the chains
- Everyday
- Boys of summer
- No envy, No fear
- Family portrait
- Closer
- Significant others
- Going for Broke
- Touch me
- The luckiest
- The lima job
- Read my mind
- Undeneath and Unexplored
- Husbandly duties
(via ffantine)
Klaine AU | where the principal in Dalton tells Blaine that he’ll have a new roommate, but Blaine is not really happy about this, until the boy, Kurt Hummel walks into the office, and Blaine kind of falls in love with him
“Mr. Anderson,” Principal Brookey began. “I understand that you do not have a roommate?”
“No, sir,” Blaine answered, hesitant. He did not like where this was going.
Principal Brookey sensed his unease, and cut to the chase. “We have a new transfer student coming in today, and as you may already be aware, the dormitories are overbooked this year. The only room left to put him is in-”
“Mine?” he finished, trying his best to hide his frustration. He loved having his own space; it was perfect for studying, or just goofing off by himself. Now he would be stuck with someone who he’d never met before, probably had horrible cleaning habits, and knew nothing of his own living patterns. He was going to have to start doing his homework in the library and spending more time in his friends’ rooms if this transfer student turned out to be-
“And here he is now!”
In walked an angel.
No, not an angel. But as close to one as any human being could possibly get. His skin was fair, flawless, like moonlight; his brunette locks had faint natural highlights that made Blaine want to run his fingers through them; those eyes were blue, green, silver, so expressive. The stranger gave a tiny smile, the edges of his thin pink lips curling upwards in the most beautiful way. Blaine tried to smile back, but his face felt numb. Unresponsive.
“Mr. Anderson, meet Kurt Hummel. Mr. Hummel, this will be your roommate, Blaine Anderson.”
“Hello,” Kurt greeted, holding out a hand. It looked so soft, and fragile, like one wrong move could turn it to butter.
After a second, he realized that he’d just been staring blankly at the hand. “I- Hi!” he fumbled, quickly shaking the preferred hand. Oh god it really is soft how does he do that he must have some special type of lotion- Pull yourself together! “Welcome to Dalton, Kurt.”
The new student’s smile turned almost a little playful. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy it here…”
“I’m sure you will, too.”
Principal Brookey looked between the two boys, baffled, wondering what on Earth he was missing.
(via heartwolf)
Fic Rec: Klaine
Name: Swing Sets & Sandboxes
Author: beautifulwhatsyourhurry
Rated: PG-13
Chapters: 17
Completed: Yes
Summary: Kurt Hummel is 7 years old. He makes a new friend, little Blaine, on the playground one day. This is their story.
Yasmin’s opinion: Beautifully written, really really sweet. I couldn’t stop reading :)
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