welcomemoon prompted: AU in which Kurt is having trouble with his phone/laptop and takes it to the Apple store where he meets Blaine, who works there. :)
“Not it,” Tina says, as a customer opens the door and parks himself at the table closest to the registers. She makes a beeline over to a group of young teens who have been messing with the iPad minis for nearly an hour now and are very obviously not going to buy anything.
Blaine finishes closing out the order he’d been working on and braces himself. If Tina would rather waste her time with a group of rowdy kids he can only imagine what sort of pain in the ass customer she spotted.
Blaine has a special knack for dealing with demanding, grouchy customers; he’s usually able to defuse the situation and soothe any issues. But that sure as hell doesn’t mean he enjoys it.
When he looks up to get a better look at the guy Tina nodded to before disappearing, Blaine is both surprised and pleased. He doesn’t look particularly angry, just impatient; tapping his fingers on the tabletop and sighing loudly. And he’s pretty hot. Blaine can deal with hot and slightly annoyed, no problem.
“Hi there! My name is Blaine, how can I help you?”
Summary: Blaine wakes up before Kurt. In more ways than one.
A/N: because ems wanted early!klaine getting off together *u*
Perhaps it was a bit lame to tell Mercedes and Tina that they couldn’t go to the mall after school because they were going to nap.
It’s just that after a long week of classes and dancing and singing, all he really wants to do is curl up beside Kurt and wake up beside Kurt.
prompted by a lovely anon: some Klaine intergluteal sex with a dash of dirty talk thrown in. (~2k, NC-17). Written fast with no beta.
“Hey!” Blaine smiles up from where he’s buried in homework at Kurt’s table.
“Mm, hi yourself,” Kurt murmurs, bending low to kiss him softly, then once behind his ear.
“What’s gotten into you?” Blaine asks. Kurt’s fingers have traveled over the slope of his shoulders.
“You seem awfully tense.” Kurt starts to knead the muscles. There’s a playful lilt to his voice.
"How do you accidentally do something like that?” ~5k
Blaine can tell by the grin on Sam’s mouth that he’s not going to like what comes out of it. It’s that strained smile that screams ‘awkward’ and, coupled with the way he had jumped up from the couch to his feet when Blaine entered the apartment, his whole demeanor radiates nothing but bad things. Instantly, the excuses for why Sam doesn’t have the money for his share of the rent (again) echo in Blaine’s mind, but he shoves those thoughts away before they make him queasy.
He sits his messenger bag in the armchair next to him, closes his eyes in plea as he says, “Please, Sam, if it’s bad news keep it to yourself, I’m too tired to-“
"Oh no no no, dude, nothing’s wrong."
darren-lea prompted: Would you consider writing blind!Blaine getting the opportunity to have his eyesight restored and even though there’s still a high chance it won’t be but he decides to take it. Kurt’s with him when they see the result and Blaine wants to see is Kurt first and when they remove the wrap from his eyes he sees Kurt for the first time ever and starts crying and Kurt thinks it didn’t work but it did and Blaine’s crying because he can finally see his gorgeous husband(note that even with research i took a few liberties for the sake of the prompt and because hey, it’s fiction)
There are empty coffee cups stacked four deep on the chair next to the bed in Blaine’s exam room, evidence of Kurt’s proclivity to chain-drink caffeine when stressed. The doctor is a lot later in coming to exam Blaine than he’d said he would be, and despite Blaine’s understanding, laidback attitude about it Kurt knows that he’s antsy and nervous, too.
“Where is he?” Kurt asks, not even bothering to try and disguise the agitated whine in his voice. He takes to pacing by the window, hands jittering as he flutters them. “He said he’d be here ten minutes ago.”
Homecoming [Kurt/Blaine] PG
Kurt and Blaine are back in Lima to visit Burt and Carole for the weekend. Jen wanted Kurt being a car-sleeper, and my mind went from there.
“Five bucks says he’s out before the first rest stop,” Burt declared, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he caught Blaine in a hug.
Twittering with Beizy and Misty is a truly naughty experience. Behold, inspired porn. Kurt going solo with a prostate stimulator, pre-Klaine. NC17.
Okay. He can do this. He’s got the—the thing. He’s got the time and the privacy, and the lubricant. It’s not like he’s never masturbated—he’s a teenage boy, of course he has.
But Blaine left his house after their little tiff, and then his father had handed him pamphlets, and they’d been…revelatory. Not in any life-changing way, really, but his eyes had been opened, just a little bit, into what he can expect once the fingertips stop touching each other and start touching…other places.
And if he ever does get what he’s wanted for so long, if he ever does get Blaine—Blaine, who so often outstrips Kurt in his maturity about this sort of thing, even as he’s completely dumb—he’s going to have to consider that their relationship won’t stop at a sweet kiss and hand-holding, even if his fantasies have been fuzzy and ill-defined after that.
fic: I’ll just runaway and be on my own - I had this idea a few weeks ago when I was driving home from a trip and saw the sign mentioned. Includes escaped criminal!Kurt for your reading pleasure. ~1,500 words
Blaine really knows that he shouldn’t, and he can’t really give any clear reason as to why he did it, but it happened, and now he has to deal with it.
Missing the sign on the road that read, “Prison Area: Do Not Pick Up Hitchhikers,” had probably been his first mistake. His second mistake was noticing that the guy on the side of the road was incredibly good-looking. He was almost rugged, Blaine thought, but there was just something about him that didn’t make him look completely rugged.
prompt: early!klaine with the first time blaine kisses kurt’s neck and they both realize how much of a thing it is for them.
written for the klainebingo prompt “hickey”
Kurt’s been on Blaine’s bed before, of course, with all the time they spent together as friends, but never like this. Never with his heart beating wildly in his chest, and Blaine staring at him and licking his lips, and then ducking his head like he hopes Kurt won’t notice.
"Okay," Kurt says slowly, face warm enough he knows he must be blushing but he also knows Blaine won’t tease him for it. "We’re not going to get much studying done tonight, are we?"
"I… had every intention of behaving myself, really,” Blaine says with a small smile, finally settling down next to Kurt on the bed. “But then you—” He pauses.
"You looked so kissable I forgot what we were even supposed to be studying for," Blaine murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as he leans in and presses his lips to Kurt’s.
[Based off of this fun mind reading prompt. This was going to be an alternate meeting AU, but my muse veered me off into early!Klaine instead. Woops?]
He’s got a nice ass.
It’s an innocent enough thought – well, innocent in that the truth behind it softens its crudeness. Blaine doesn’t stare past a single appreciative glance. He gets quickly distracted away by the boy’s hesitant smile and endearing bafflement.