With you in it, a wonderful life.
I'm Tere and I cry over Klaine and Jesse St. James.
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With you in it, a wonderful life.
I'm Tere and I cry over Klaine and Jesse St. James.
scruffydarrencriss | twitter | blogroll
this is a happy blog. I hate wank.
|Word Count: ~2640
Summary: Life doesn’t get much better than when you get to spend it with your favorite fella. Follow the boys as they navigate from young love to newlyweds to fatherhood and beyond.
Author’s Note: Thanks to the betas, Becca and Kerry.July, 2020
It’s a warm summer Sunday. Kurt’s cracking eggs and Blaine’s chopping up a pepper for an omelette. Kurt has also been talking wedding plans, a mile a minute, non-stop for about the last hour. For the last week, for the past 6 months, Blaine thinks when he’s being honest.
“You look … less than thrilled,” Kurt says when he notices the crease between Blaine’s eyebrows and he loses steam on his thought process.
(if I) fall for you, I’ll never recover
(if I) fall for you, I’ll never be the same— Kurt and Blaine have known each other since childhood, but they’re far from friends. High school enemies turned college roommates in New York, they’re forced to spend extra time together thanks to mutual friends. What happens when “never” turns into “what if?”
(also: dirty dancing)
(lyrics - Maroon 5’s Love Somebody)“Where are you running off to?” Kurt mutters, eyes trained on his roommate’s back in the doorway.
“I’m going out,” is Blaine’s terse response. He doesn’t move from the doorframe though; instead he turns to look at Kurt, who refuses to make eye contact as he pretends to look over his textbook review pages. Blaine grins. “Just how smart are you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I consider myself pretty intelligent, but I’d never succeed at studying an upside-down textbook.”
Title: Rain and Thunder
Pairing: Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2100
Summary: Kurt and Blaine hang out in NYC for the first time after the wedding.
A/N: The Notebook-ish. IDEK, Pinky and Roo are incredibly persuasive and made me do this. I am powerless against their charms. This is also my flimsy contribution to Project NAGERTUTWP :)~^*^~
It isn’t until spring that Kurt sees Blaine again after the wedding. They’ve talked almost daily, Skyped often, and Kurt has thought about him more times than he would like to admit. He tells himself that they are just friends, best friends, that happened to be in love once. He ignores the small voice in his head that tells him they still are. Even if that were true – which it’s not - everything has changed. Everything, that is, except for the feelings that still gnaw at him, always making their presence known.
Kurt stomps them down under his boot and holds them there until they are quiet enough for him to function like a normal human being.
Kurt plans to have Blaine stay at the loft for a couple days as he checks out NYADA, maybe even have him come along for a couple classes. He wants to show Blaine a few of his favorite places and try to wipe away the bitterness of the last time Blaine came to visit.
Title: Songbird
Authors: bluecloudsupabove & alianne
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG-13
Genre: future!fic, romance, fluff
Word count: 2600
Notes: alianne and I wrote this together for this week’s Klaine AU Friday prompt, which was “tattoo!Klaine”. It’s the first time we write something together and it was a lot of fun! We hope you’ll enjoy <3
Summary: Kurt likes to wear his love for Blaine on his skin. When he suggests something permanent, Blaine agrees.
Blaine has been in New York for about a month when they finally find the time to go sightseeing together. Not the touristy stuff, because he’s done that with his parents when he was thirteen. This time, what Blaine wants to see are all the things that have been important to Kurt during his first year here. And Kurt is only too happy to oblige. He can never say no to Blaine. Besides. It’s all kind of romantic.
For Terry because of reasons. ♥
This is a cisgirl!crisscolfer fic, based during the Glee episode Shooting Star. There are small references to that if you are uncomfortable with that episode.
Chris is waiting for Darren in her trailer for when she has her break. She bounces her leg nervously, chewing on her bottom lip while she waits.
Darren enters her trailer a few moments later, but she doesn’t see Chris at all. She looks deflated and Chris knew that this day was going to be hard on her. Darren lets out a frustrated sigh and aggressively pulls her hair out of Blaine’s high pony tail and she tugs her Cheerios top off with more force than necessary.
Darren looks up and even though she’s standing in the middle of her trailer in her bra and Cheerios skirt, she doesn’t even jump when she realises that Chris is sitting there, on her small couch. Darren crosses the room and Chris immediately stands, accepting the hug from Darren.
Chris tightens her arms around her co-worker and holds her close. Darren’s body is shaking against her own and Chris can feel wetness on her neck. She doesn’t say anything about the fact that Darren is crying in her arms, she knows better than to speak when Darren is crying. Once she’s done, she’ll speak but Chris has found out that it is just best to hold her close and let her cry.
Eventually, the sobs stop and Darren pulls back, reaching blindly for the box of tissues sitting on the table top. Chris grabs them and pushes the box into Darren’s hands and Darren wipes at her face with them.
THIRTEEN KLAINE AUTHORS - ONE STORY
An interactive story lead by where The Secret Door takes the author. Starting off with opening a door, Blaine and Kurt are separated somewhere from each other on Earth. Desperate to find each other, they keep on moving through the doors with the special door knob.
If only they don’t get distracted by the beauty of the places they’re ending up in.
Places posted every Wednesday and Saturday
In 1932 America is still in the grips of the Great Depression and Blaine Anderson is fed up with his bland life in Lima, Ohio. When he decides to head to New York City in search of adventure he meets a performer named Kurt Hummel at an illegal speakeasy, and gets more excitement than he ever dreamed possible at The Oasis.
track updates: #at the o
The Old-Fashioned
Graduation ends up being underwhelming, as far as major life events go. Names called, then a handshake. A smattering of applause. The mood is fitting of the sort of everyday solemnity that seems to have taken over the town.
Blaine spends a few moments chatting with and embracing those left in his class who had made it this far instead of dropping out months or years earlier to work or move away to mythical greener pastures.
He empties his locker, tucks his rolled up diploma under his arm and heads down the hallway. The drooping banner over the exit reads Congratulations Allen County Regional High Class of ’32 and when Blaine releases the heavy iron doors it flutters like the ghost it is.
“I know,” Kurt says between frantic, hungry kisses, “that I should be,” kiss ”catching up with,” kiss ”everyone else, but—”
“Never leave me,” Blaine rasps, his voice gone desperate and rough enough that it sounds like it’s about to break, and Kurt squeezes his eyes shut and surges forward harder, lips sliding and dragging wetly over Blaine’s.
Blaine falls back onto the bed and Kurt follows, surrounded by the smell of home and Blaine and the sweet way Blaine sucks at Kurt’s lip, breathing out a shaky moan between them while Kurt kisses Blaine’s mouth again and again.
He never wants to leave again, ever, even though he knows he’s just home for the weekend. Blaine doesn’t exactly look like he’s going to let go of the back of Kurt’s shirt, where his hands are fisted into the material and clinging, any time soon, either.
“Blaine, we should—” Kurt gasps, pulling away, and he chokes out a laugh when Blaine tries to find his lips again, pouting when he realizes Kurt wants to talk. “Breathe, baby.”
Blaine nods, smiling sheepishly but still giving Kurt those big, watery eyes that break Kurt’s heart. Kurt can’t stand it so he hugs Blaine close, tucking his chin over Blaine’s shoulder while Blaine talks.
your naked magic, oh dear lord—Kurt and Blaine jerk off to their own sex tape (as prompted here).
~4,200k
“Let’s make a sex tape.”
It’s the last thing Kurt would have expected Blaine to say while Kurt’s pants and underwear are down around his thighs and Blaine’s palm is broad over his straining cock. He sits up with a “What?” that sounds a lot less incredulous than he feels, and he struggles to catch his breath as Blaine looks at him with wide, earnest eyes, the pupils dilated and dark.
“Let’s make a sex tape.” Blaine says it again, lips curling around the words like they’re a particular delicacy. He squeezes Kurt’s cock and Kurt can’t help but groan and arch into it. “No one’s going to be home for hours.” He leans in, trails his tongue along the shell of Kurt’s ear, and Kurt shivers, swallowing audibly as Blaine whispers, “And I really, really want to see what I look like with your cock buried in my ass.”
“Three,” Kurt breathes out, meeting Blaine’s eyes when Blaine’s head jerks up from between Kurt’s legs, where he’s working one finger slowly into Kurt.
“Are you sure?” Blaine asks, voice gone all rough like it gets when they’ve been fooling around, raspy and low in a way Kurt loves too much. “We’ve only done two before, I don’t want—”
“I assure you I will be fine,” Kurt interrupts, grinning when Blaine gives him a dubious look that Kurt knows well.
