As a guy that lives with a guy, this prompt spoke to me. Like deeply spoke to me.
For the first couple of weeks, the loft is absolutely pristine. The dishes in the sink are cleaned and dried the moment they’re used, the floor is swept every other night, it’s perfect.
Who ever told Blaine Anderson that living with roommates was difficult clearly never met the three wonderful people he lived with.
Two weeks into the new school year, things start to change. Blaine expected the general upkeep of the loft to decline a bit, but what he’s most surprised about is the main culprit: Kurt Hummel.
[thank you] Blaine-A02, more computer-minded than human, handles central Ohio’s Internet searches. He’s been trained to to act as a middle man between the user and his or her search engine, working faster than the typical human brain allows thanks to government-funded programs. His existence is secret, but a certain user catches his attention.
inspired by x / warnings for mention of questionable authority treatment, bullying, and the stuff kurt went through in s2 (heart attack, death threat, etc)
Unbeknownst to the general public, an underground government program has its eyes on every Internet search in the country. Through rigorous training and questionable methods, certain individuals are trained to take in each search, evaluate it for security threats, and pass them on to the search engine’s results if no threat is discovered. The humans, after training, aren’t quite human anymore — more than anything, they are biological computers, even called “searchbots.”
Blaine-A02, born Blaine Anderson, is currently the youngest member of the team of hundreds. He’s assigned to central Ohio; oddly enough, it’s the area where he was born. Not that he can remember that meaningless detail. His brain is trained to take in, evaluate, and send off, all at impossible speeds. There’s no room for anything but utterly inhuman focus.
domestic!klaine drabble inspired by suitfer’s gorgeous art where “it’s kurt’s turn to set the table but blaine is finally in new york and he’s sort of distracted”
"Are the plates still down here?" Blaine asks, bent over to look through the shelves against the wall, and it takes Kurt a second to stop staring at the delightfully rounded curve of Blaine’s butt and actually answer him. "Kurt?"
"Oh, um, no, they’re up in the cupboard. We learned Santana likes to throw plates when she’s angry and it’s better to keep them out of sight."
Blaine huffs out a laugh. “I… okay, thanks, good to know,” he says, pecking a kiss to Kurt’s cheek as he walks by. It isn’t until he’s on his tip-toes to reach the cupboard and Kurt is failing to hide a smile, chest warm with how much he loves getting to see his fiancé like this, that he realizes Blaine is trying to steal his job.
He walks over to the counter, pressing himself behind Blaine until he hears the sharp inhale of breath, the way Blaine leans back against Kurt’s chest. “It’s my turn to set the table, silly.”
christopherdevon prompted: quilt
It’s miserably cold and windy outside, so Kurt isn’t surprised when Blaine comes home from work only to disappear into their bedroom and reappear in pajamas, the quilt from their bed - a wedding present from Blaine’s grandmother - wrapped around his shoulders.
Kurt grins, patting the spot on the couch next to him. “Warm up time?”
"Yes please," Blaine says. In an instant he shifts from the collected, charming music teacher he is at work to just Blaine - exhausted and unguarded as he snuggles into Kurt’s side, pulling the blanket around them both and resting his head against Kurt’s shoulder. “I miss summer. Remember what it was like to not have cold fingers all the time? That was nice.”
"C’mere," Kurt says with a short laugh, taking Blaine’s hands in his and sliding them just underneath his shirt, resting them over his hips. He shivers at the cool touch but Blaine’s fingers warm quickly, pressed so close to Kurt’s skin.
Title: We could be more than just amazing
Word count: ~6200
Summary: Kind of a college!AU. Kurt needs to tell Blaine something, so they have a talk. Then they have the talk, and then they do the thing.
Warnings: Transexual (ftm) Kurt, masturbation, fingering, blowjob.
A/N: Several weeks ago, I had a discussion on twitter about boypussy vs trans* characters in fic, and that discussion gave me the encouragement I needed to be able to write this fic. It features Kurt as transexual (without SRS), it contains no angst, and the only body dysphoria mentioned is in the past. If that bothers you, don’t read. If you want more details on it before reading, please feel free to ask! (also yes, the title is from Westlife). Thanks to artist-artists & ljummen for read-through, and special thanks to kuinnbastian & rain-bow-bow for support and encouragement!
Crossposts: AO3, FF.net, LJ
We need to talk. We need to talk. We need to talk.
Kurt runs the sentence through his head a million times while he moves the cutlery half an inch to the left, and then back again. They really do need to talk. Kurt is ready. He has maxed their hang-out time this week, just in case Blaine doesn’t want to ever see him again after this. They had coffee on Tuesday, went to the movies on Wednesday, managed to grab a quick lunch yesterday, and any minute now, Blaine is coming over here for dinner. If things work out, they still have the whole weekend to hang out, with Kurt much more relaxed than he’s been able to be before, and if things don’t work out…well, then Kurt has the whole weekend to himself to eat ice cream and watch crappy reality TV. It’s a brilliant plan, really.
If he can just figure out how to say it.
teenblainegel prompted: Kurt is talking to some girl in one of his classes at NYADA and they’re gossiping about cute guys and she happens to mention this really gorgeous guy in one of her other classes, and how she’s pretty sure he likes her back, and it’s Blaine.
"You’re so lucky you have a fiance, Kurt," sighs his friend Sarah. Kurt looks up from their script for their two person scene.
Kurt just grins at her. “Yeah,” he sighs. “I am.”
Sarah pushes his shoulder. “You already got your guy, leaving the rest of us to try to find a decent one in the pool of the single ones.”
"Oh don’t worry so much," says Kurt. "You’re a nice girl. You’ll find someone."
"Can I…tell you a secret?" asks Sarah, leaning forward a bit. "I might have found a someone that I would like to be my someone.”
"Oh, a crush, I do like a good crush," says Kurt, tossing his script aside. "Do tell."
"Well, he’s a freshman," says Sarah. "But he’s in my voice class. He’s just - so dreamy. So attractive and sweet. And we partner up for things all the time and I think he might like me back. But I’m so bad at that sort of thing….”
Crime and coffee shop, coming right up! :D
This is stupidly fluffy and I kinda have no regrets ;)
Lori knocked on the doorway of Blaine’s office. “He’s here.”
She watched him swallow the rest of his coffee and stand up, wincing as his chair banged on the wall behind him. His office was pretty tiny, but his name was on the door and that had to count for something.
"Okay." Blaine took a deep breath. "You sure this is going to work?"
"Sure, yeah, totally." Lori hoped it would work, anyway. "It’s time. Operation Cupcake is a go."
Title: The Knight and the Oak Tree
Warnings: Mentions of battle, blood, death; religious musings, including doubts on Christianity (character-driven); barebacking
Summary: You once said that I’m your white knight
And I said that you must be my oak tree
So here in the dark, dark night
Tell me that you’ll always love me -Snapshots (chapter 13) by borogroves
The fairy tale take on the origin of the song.
A/N: So a while ago, Mimsy dropped into my ask and goes, “So you know Snapshots?” And I was like, “Yuh.” And then she talked about this little ditty from the story, The Knight and the Oak Tree, and how that was Blaine’s love story for Kurt. And she wanted to know if I could see it as a real story, a fairy tale about a real knight and a real oak tree falling in love. And this is the story I came up with. 12th Century feudalistic Europe, plenty of research and plenty more artistic license taken, all the purple prose I could muster. My version of the tale of the Knight and the Oak Tree.
For darling Mimsy, an inspiration to us all. Thank you to my many pre-posting readers, you guys are all amazing.
Word Count: ~8800
Warnings: possible mentions of any warnings from Bide; mentions of mental illness/therapy; alcohol consumption
Summary: Even reunited soulmates have to figure each other out. (Sequel to Bide)
A/N: This was commissioned by raspberriesandcolfer, who basically said, “I want a sequel to Bide!” and then gave me no rules except they must bone. So here we have it, and yes, they do bone. Many many thanks to istytehcrawk, neyronrose, and fmhartz91 for betaing and making sure I was thinking things through.
This starts immediately after Bide ends. Enjoy!
Since it’s the day of the PCAs, it seemed like a good time to post this! Congratulations on your win.
I based this fic on this art. Thanks sunshunes for the great inspiration!
Here: Summer Camp Klaine, with bonus Lauren Zizes.
Blaine Anderson had never really been fond of camping. When it came to summer activities, he tended to prefer things that kept him clean and dry. He liked his tailored shorts and his boat shoes and his hair gelled exactly so. When it came to his summer jobs, he tended to look toward things that kept him under attractive awnings in classy locales—or on stage at theme parks. He wasn’t too picky.
He’d ended up in something of a pickle, however, when Six Flags announced that they were cutting their performer roster in half and all of the country clubs in the area were full up on performing staff and waiters. He needed to do something—staying at home all day with his mother and Cooper, who was in town after being evicted from his apartment in LA for assuming that his name cachet would be enough to count toward paying his bills, sounded appalling. And he was getting close to having to apply for colleges and having some real work experience in his field would certainly help.
So when he’d found an opening for an arts counselor for a summer camp in Northern Ohio at the same moment that Cooper had spilled self-tanner all over Blaine’s comforter, he applied immediately.