a little follow up to this nurse!blaine and patient!kurt drabble, it’s Kurt’s final night in the hospital, and Blaine wants to make sure they keep their promises ~1.100 words
After some days recovering in the hospital, Kurt had gotten used to the weird noises and sudden happenings at night. It was normal a nurse would come up in the middle of the night because his or his dad’s drip were beeping and the earplugs had proven time after time they were well spent.
It was during his final night before his three week recovery back in Lima, that he was woken up on purpose by a soft poke in his cheek and a flash light blinking repeatedly.
“Kurt,” was whispered. “Psst, Kurt. Wake up.”
The flashlight shone on his face again and he opened one eye. A smile came to his sight before the person attached to it did. “Blaine,” he mumbled slightly louder than Blaine had and he was shushed.
Predictable episode fill in which Kurt tries to make Blaine feel better about Sam and Tina.
Blaine sounds panicked when he answers the skype call with a groan and a pained, “Hi Kurt.”
Immediately Kurt’s concerns about Rachel and Santana and how utterly lame New York is without Blaine there, all fly out the window. “Oh honey, what’s wrong? What happened?” he coos.
Summary: “lithro kurt hummel, aro sebastian smythe, demiro adam crawford, and grayro elliot making up one big poly aro cuddle pile ʘ‿ʘ" AU
Author’s Note: Also, I just want to add when Elliott says that Seb’s aro, I don’t want to make it seem like he’s outing him to Kurt. Seb’s very open about that and totally comfortable with people knowing, and Elliott knows that.
Considering that there are over eight million people in New York City, the last person that Kurt expects to run into is Sebastian Smythe. He ducks behind his laptop screen, but Sebastian spots him and walks over.
"If it isn’t Kurt Hummel…" Sebastian still has the same, smug smile that Kurt remembers, and tightens his jaw as he looks down at his computer.
"And I thought my day couldn’t get any worse," he says. Usually, he’s careful not to be too rude, but his day has been anything but kind to him. Besides, Sebastian has never extended the courtesy to him, so he sees no need to make any special effort for him.
"No need to be rude."
a non-infidelity-related klaine fight
Blaine had expected there to be an adjustment period after he moved in with Kurt. He was absolutely sure that the endless benefits would outweigh any mild squabbles, but there were bound to be squabbles nonetheless. He wasn’t just moving in with his fiancé—he was moving into an apartment with no walls and twice as many tenants as there were beds. If nothing else, negotiating space for his belongings was going to be an issue.
Blaine had never expected their first big fight to be over him gaining eight pounds in less than a month of living there.
"Half my clothes are slim fit, Kurt!” Blaine shouted, shaking one such shirt at him. They were technically in their room, but with the curtain open it never really felt like a bedroom. “I can’t wear half my clothes!”
"Oh no, you figured me out, Blaine," Kurt said sarcastically. "I’m trying to make you fat to take back my closet space."
Fic: If It’s Not Perfect (Then It’s Not) Chapter Five - Hit The Ground Running
Masterpost: The Varied Stages of Something Unlikely
Masterpost: If It’s Not Perfect (Then It’s Not)
“So come on, come on, get it on…don’t know what you’re waiting for…” Adam’s voice wafts out of the bathroom attached to the attic bedroom. “Your time is coming, don’t be late…hey…ow. Bloody hell.”
Sebastian yawns and stretches in the bed, rolling onto his back to blink up at the poster-papered slanted ceiling wall thing. Whatever you call the top of an attic. “Babe?” he calls out, guessing Adam’s cut himself shaving. “You all right?”
He’d move to actually go see what’s up, but Robbie Williams - the only member of Take That he can actually name, thanks to a spirited Warblers debate on whether or not they should do Rock DJ for Sectionals one year - has a strangely hypnotic smirk, and there are at least five of him beaming it down over the bed right now. The knowledge of that smirk existing in the dark of the bedroom had kept Sebastian awake most of the night.
He’s too tired to move. And also slightly afraid to. Not exactly an auspicious start to his first full day in England.
+ this fic keeps being perfect + (which is fitting with the title and all) + but i feel like there's a big thing coming + and i am just preparing my heart + anyways + adam has to relax a little it seems. + lovin all of those crawford (or soon-to-be) girls + ru reads + sebadam
Very NC-17. D/s. A very belated reaction to “Puppet Master.” Blaine visits Kurt, and together they stumble through some feelings and new ways to experience control.
This came to me in the middle of the night. Literally. Lots of intense sex here, folks, and switching in both meanings of the word. Don’t ask me what this is. Or you can ask, but I may not answer.
It’s only another week before Blaine does make it to New York, and there’s no performance this weekend but when Blaine complains about that Kurt shushes him, promises him a private one.
Now they’re in Kurt’s room, curtains drawn, and Kurt sits on the bed, smiles at Blaine and pats the space beside him and Blaine comes to him, lays down with his head in Kurt’s lap, his nose pressed into Kurt’s stomach, breathing, and Kurt’s hand settles into his curls. “Good boy,” he says, the words still so new on his lips, but it’s worth it for the way Blaine turns to look at him, smiles like the sun, and Kurt almost hates to do this, hates to bring it up, but from all accounts Blaine was a right tyrant last week and the puppets were creepy, but really not altogether surprising, and Kurt has to know what they mean.
inspired by this post: Blaine is lost in the city without a way to get back to Dalton, luckily for him a charming police officer is more than happy to help ~1000 words
Blaine was in deep trouble.
How in the world had he even agreed on going to a gaybar in Columbus without a strategy to get back to Dalton in Westerville? Oh right, ‘spontaneous,’ Sebastian had said, ‘fun,’ he’d added. And where was Sebastian now? Sucking someone’s face off, and he was also in trouble because Dalton curfew was in half an hour and Blaine decided to just leave fifteen minutes ago.
It was a twenty minute drive back to Dalton, if he had a car – which he didn’t. It was an hour and a half by bus – which weren’t going.
Simply put, as said before, Blaine was in deep, deep trouble.
Blaine felt like his junk was hanging out, even though he was wearing briefs underneath his costume.
The entire walk to the frat-house he was trying to pull the skirt lower while Sam walked around comfortably in an even shorter skirt with only one shoulder covered like it was something he just did every Saturday. Not that Blaine really minded seeing his hot best friend half naked, it was just annoying that he already had the time of his life and Blaine regretted it.
Shuffling on his sandals, he followed Sam into the Victorian-like house with the Greek signs on top. He wasn’t used to frat parties, being mostly sheltered by the theatre-group he hung out with, but Sam got the invitation and used Blaine as his plus one with the promise other New York colleges were invited too.
Anonymous asked you: Klaine prompt: au - daddy!kurt and Blaine just started dating .
I changed the prompt a bit but here’s single dad Kurt, with a side of Brittana.
He always covers gymnastics on Tuesdays, rushing out of the theater early to pick her up from kindergarten, get her to the gym and take her to his apartment after. Every other Friday he does dance class, then it’s his weekend with her, just the two of them. It works perfectly, and though he’d never willingly turn down more time with his daughter, Santana has been relentlessly pestering him to take over the music class she enrolled Bianca in last month.
“I have meetings on Thursdays,” he reminds her again. “You know I would if I could.”
“The theater won’t fall apart if you aren’t there to smack everyone across the knuckles for one night, Kurt,” she says over the phone.
He leans against the doorway, watches Bianca splash in the tub, making an enormous mess because she’s playing mermaid and mermaids don’t swim gently, daddy.
He feels a small tug of guilt, even though he shouldn’t. Bianca is happy and healthy and they spend plenty of quality time together. And Santana doesn’t usually try to make him feel badly like this. She must really hate that music class.
Bianca kicks another spray of water out of the tub, and Kurt sighs. “I’ll try.”
just a silly little fic of Kurt and Blaine kissing goodnight and Blaine doing the little foot-popping thing (^▽^)
Kurt stares up at Blaine’s house, his thumbs drumming on the steering wheel. The clock on his radio says 11:45, so they still have a few minutes before curfew, but Kurt doesn’t know what to do.
They’ve only been dating for a month or so (not like Kurt’s keeping track dutifully or anything), but Kurt is surprised at how unchanged their dynamic has been in that time. There are a few added bonuses—kissing and cuddling being one of them—but for the most part they’re still the close friends that they’ve been since that staircase.
Kurt looks over at Blaine sitting in the passenger seat, bites his lip and fidgets like he’s trying to fix his plum-colored button-up. He resolutely doesn’t say anything about how gorgeous Blaine’s profile looks in the moonlight, or how Kurt can still taste the sharp mint from Blaine’s ice cream if he licks his lips just right.