Pairing: Kurt/Blaine (Klaine)
Rating/Length: PG / ~4100
Summary: It doesn’t matter where they are, or who they are, Kurt and Blaine will always find each other.
AN: So this is my attempt at writing in this structure. Hopefully it’s not too confusing what’s going on.
The First Time
I do my thing and you do your thing
They meet – somehow – on the street. It’s not quite a meeting, but rather an impossible series of encounters. More than eight million people crammed into 469 square miles and Kurt still manages to run into him time and time again.
genuinewarmdecentfeeling prompted: Kurt and Blaine like the lack of walls (and consequent lack of privacy) in the loft a little too much.
“She’s not coming home,” Kurt murmurs against Blaine’s lips, hands already falling down to work his belt open.
“Kurt, she – her last class ended like fifteen minutes ago, how do you know she won’t–”
“Shh,” Kurt says and uses the ends of Blaine’s belt to throw him on the bed and climb on top.
“Oh god.” Blaine groans as Kurt rolls his hips down and cranes his neck up for another kiss. “This is totally a thing for you.”
20 Year Old Lover, prompt #23: Kurt’s 20th birthday. (2/2)
Word count: ~7,300 this part, ~13,600 for both. Part 1 can be found here.
(There will be more things written set in this weekend since Kurt hasn’t actually had his birthday yet, but these two are the ones directly following each other!)
Blaine quickly pushes Kevin away completely. “Kurt, I – I didn’t, he was the one who–”
awkward firsts: the first time Blaine (accidentally) sees Kurt’s cock.
The bed creaks, rustles, as Blaine pins Kurt to the bed, straddling his lap and kissing him with ardor. He squeaks when Kurt grabs his ass, feels Kurt’s lips curve against his as he smiles. Seconds later he’s on his back, pinned to the bed as Kurt settles between his legs, grabbing his thighs to hitch his legs around his waist. He tips his head back as Kurt kisses down his neck, electric and tingling as Blaine’s cock strains against his briefs and the weight of Kurt’s own hard cock.
“God, Kurt,” Blaine moans on a harsh exhale, hissing as he grabs at Kurt’s shoulders and arches his back. He brings his lips hard and dirty to Kurt’s, and this—their heavy panting and sliding tongues, the slick press of their lips lost somewhere between pleasure-induced, uncoordinated sucking—can hardly be considered kissing. “I’m gonna come if you—fuck—keep doing that.”
Single dad!photographer!Blaine and model!Kurt, based on this gorgeous manip
“Come on, Devlin, give Daddy the camera,” Blaine coerces, bending down to smile into his son’s tiny face. The baby shakes his head, chewing on his fist with his two tiny teeth and giving Blaine an innocent look. “You are so naughty, next time Britt’s taking you to work with her,” Blaine says in long-suffering tones, standing up and turning as he hears footsteps.
His model for the day walks into the room, feet and ankles and calves up to his knees encased in shiny black leather, endless legs covered by black jeans so tight they’re like a second skin, the dark grey shirt leaving very little to the imagination and Blaine has to take a deep breath and remind himself that he has to not only be a professional, but also a responsible father to a sticky little baby rolling around on the floor and giggling at nothing. “Kurt Hummel, I presume?” he asks sweetly, and Kurt nods, striding into the room.
Kurt’s eyes light up when they find Devlin, who grins upside-down at him from the floor, and he bends, new leather creaking around his legs, to smile down at him. “And who’s this little cutie?” he asks, voice high in the way most people get around babies. “I didn’t know I’d be shooting with a baby today.”
“Oh, you’re not, I had to bring my son to work because his mother got called into the theatre where she choreographs for some sort of dance emergency,” Blaine explains with a smile. Any man who acts like this around his son, particularly when Devlin smiles so sunnily at him and grabs for his slim black tie, will have his heart softening and his smile wide.
“Well, you are just the cutest little boy I’ve ever seen,” Kurt coos, and Blaine smiles on them. “You are dressed just like your daddy.” His voice is faintly teasing as he looks up at Blaine, with a glint in his eye, and says, “I didn’t know they made suspenders for babies. Can I hold him?”
“Feel free, I’ll just finish setting up, I’m going to tweak the set a little bit, I didn’t know exactly how my model would look today before I put it up this morning,” Blaine answers, and Kurt lifts an eagerly squirming Devlin into his arms, his entire face lighting up when Devlin reaches his hands out for him.
“So, do you and his mother live together?” Kurt asks, and Blaine can sense the judgement coming. “Are you married? This little lion doesn’t look very old, how long have you been together?”
Kurt had factored in Starbucks runs into his budget when he moved to New York because it was a necessity. Just like food and toilet paper. Kurt went every work day morning, then sometimes on the weekend as well. The baristas quickly learned his name and his drink order so that he only need to step up to the register, his cup already in their hand.
That was, until there was a new barista at the Starbucks closest to NYADA.
Kurt noticed him when he walked in. He was at the register, the usual barista, Marie, off to the side making drinks. He was cute. It was the first thing that really came to his mind, how well the standard black polo and green apron fit him. He had an easy, charming smile as he spoke to the customers in front of Kurt.
Anonymous said: “Please post someeeething pleaaase I’m miserable here without your writing!” so ok idk have some vintage klaine + badboy!blaine kisses
They’re already seated on Kurt’s bed, even though Blaine has barely been there for five minutes, and Kurt feels the blush burn on his face.
“Are you nervous?” Blaine asks.
Kurt licks his lips and looks up at Blaine – Blaine, with his gelled hair and leather jacket and cigarette behind his ear, looking so dangerous to everyone around them, but his eyes so kind and warm, his smile so sweet every time he looks at Kurt.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Kurt whispers. “But I’ve never done this before.”
Anonymous asked you: Klaine & Vegas with bonus Puck.
I’m sorry. This is terribly cliche /o\
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“Oh, stop. You didn’t even put up a fight.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue. They were supposed to have a huge wedding with all of their family and friends present. It was going to be exquisite. Ice scuptures, exotic flowers, a string quartet - the works. Kurt had everything planned out, but then he couldn’t book the right venue, the ice sculptors were going out of town, and every florist in the city told him that his arrangements were impossible because it wasn’t the right season.
In a nutshell, it all went to hell.
A week later, they were on a plane to Las Vegas, family, friends, and violins left behind.
Anonymous asked: I can’t stop thinking that this would be funny: Blaine and Adam both get trapped in an elevator and without knowing name’s they offer the other dating advice.
Your wish is my command (belatedly—I didn’t even know this was in my inbox until today /o\). Forgive any and all liberties I’ve taken with the audition process as related to canon—you know Glee will do it differently itself anyway, so whatever, carpe scrotum.
NYADA has elevators. Blaine thinks it’s kind of cool, given that McKinley is only two floors and Dalton only allowed the use of elevators for disabled students. He can just…slip in, go up and down as he pleases. It makes him feel kind of…adult. As silly as that probably is.
He’s going to see Kurt today, sit in on one of his classes before he has a meeting with Madame Tibideaux to set up an audition while he’s in town—she isn’t going around the country this year, as it’s not her inaugural class anymore, not so important, so Blaine wants to make an impression on her himself instead of one of her cronies.
So he decides to take the elevator—maybe get there a little sooner, hang out by the classroom Kurt had given him directions to, lean against the wall, give Kurt his most charming smile as he runs up, gorgeous and sophisticated and so at home in an environment that fosters his talent—
“Oh! Hold that, please!”