Fic: Kurt Hummel, Heartbreaker
because allowing kurt to even step outside in the world when he’s going to meet people should be considered highly irresponsible, honestly. 1,400 words.
“Oh!” Kurt says and halts where he’s hurrying down the stairs, doing a little pirouette to keep from crashing into the woman in front of him. “So, sorry, ma’am, I didn’t see you there!” He reaches out and squeezes her arm briefly in apology.
“No worries,” she says, cuts herself off with a little gasp as she looks up at him.
Kurt and Blaine never got together and they slowly drifted apart after Kurt transferred back to WMHS. 4 years later Kurt is working at Vogue.com in New York and Blaine is studying Musical Theatre in London. It starts with emails.
Subject: All I want for Christmas is you
…to stop making me cry with your emails.
My favourite Love, Actually storyline is John and Judy. Although, yes, both Daniel/Sam and Jamie/Aurélia are really close to my heart. I wish it was that easy to just jump on a plane to Portugal (figuratively speaking), but I’m no Colin Firth (my jawline is just as nice, though). All I have is the subway, and we already cleared up that I can’t take the subway to London.
I could try taking the cab, but a) the fare would be astronomical (I mean, I can barely afford to take a cab to work every once in a while) and b) I don’t think the yellow taxis are allowed to mingle with the black taxis. On the other hand, at least you’d find me fast.
Word Count: 5500
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Burt
Spoilers: episodes 4x08–4x10
Warnings: discussions about the death of a parent & vague mentions of infidelity
Summary: Kurt has secretly hated Christmas since he was eight years old, and now that he’s living away from home he can avoid it with nothing but a little excess guilt. So when he calls to say he isn’t coming home for Christmas this year, Burt decides it’s about time he did something about that. It’s a good thing he’s bringing along a right-hand man.
I’m supposed to be working on my NaNo, but after the Christmas episode spoilers I couldn’t help myself. I knew I’d never be able to concentrate until I got this out of my head. Title from the song ‘We Need a Little Christmas’.
Burt knows the flight safety procedures by heart. He’s heard them enough times over the past year with all his flying back and forth to Washington D.C. He takes out the heavily creased flight safety card anyway and pretends to go over it as the stewardess talks a plane full of restless travellers through it all and the plane starts taxiing down the runway. He feels bad because no one is really paying any attention and she seems like a sweet girl. She’s young, too, not much older than Kurt. Or Blaine, who sits stiffly next to him and stares blankly ahead at the upright plastic tray on the back of the seat in front of him.
i’ve wanted to do one of these for ages and i finally found the perfect song uwu
press play when you get to [listen] eee
Kurt wakes up to the sound of raised voices on the street below, a market holder and his delivery guy arguing about bad produce or rotten yams, and groans at the sharp slats of sunlight that glare obnoxiously over his face. The bed feels warm, soft and lived-in, and he runs his palms over the sheets in appreciation. It’s not often he wakes up feeling so happy and his body so loose and heavy. He tries to remember if he even has a reason why this morning should be so good and then-
He smiles, because of course he has a reason. Blaine.
They’d talked last night, for a long time, after Blaine had run across the entire damn city to see him with just a rucksack, a guitar and twenty bucks to get him there since he’d wiped out his savings buying a plane ticket. After everything that could be said between them had been, and the realisation sank in that they were alone together for the entire evening, it was time to switch off their brains and let their bodies do the rest.
But as Kurt lies there remembering the delicate shiver in Blaine’s chin as he was fucked deep and slow, he realises he’s missing a hand to hold and a body to wind himself around while they’re both still too dopey to do anything. He sits up and hears nothing, maybe the melodic chirp of the family of birds that took up residence outside his window a week ago, and he wonders where Blaine could be.
Title: Suspect, Weapon, Room
Author: a_glass_parade (Glitterdammerung on Tumblr)
Word Count: 43,000+
Rating: R - people die, it’s a murder mystery!
Characters/Pairings: Blaine Anderson, Brittany Pierce, Finn Hudson, Quinn Fabray, Noah Puckerman, Rachel Berry, Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez, with cameo appearances galore!
Warnings: People die. Repeat: people DIE. People you like die. This is an AU based off of the murder mystery movie ‘Clue’. So…people die. Just…letting you know. Also warning for slapstick humor and terrible jokes.
Summary: Mysterious invitations have been sent to certain notorious citizens of the Chicago area, asking them to gather at creepy Dalton Manor for a dinner party with an unknown host. Blaine Anderson, masquerading as humble butler Wadsworth, must exert all his considerable efforts and charms to keep everything under control and solve a significant problem when guests, servants and unexpected visitors start to turn up dead by various means! A modern riff on the 1985 cult classic film ‘Clue’ finds our beloved McKinley misfits reluctantly banding together to try and escape dinner with their lives.
Oh goodness, this fic made me laugh so much, as well as inspired me to push my art to the limit so that I can draw something worthy of it. Thank you Jenny for letting me know about the BBB in the first place, and also thank you to my wonderful author, Lissa, for cheering me on! Most of all, thank you Adrienne for bestowing your invaluable artistic advice, because without you this wouldn’t be possible.
I hope that you all have as much fun reading this clever, clever fic as much as I did! :)
Summary: Kurt can’t sleep because Blaine’s too close and they’re not them anymore.
Word Count: 616
A/N: Fic response to The Break Up and, in my sad little world, what was going through Kurt’s head after ‘Don’t Speak’.
Kurt stares listlessly at his wall. It’s only been about half an hour since he and Blaine had shut off their lights and rolled onto their sides. The silence is thick, heavy, and altogether entirely uncomfortable. Maybe there’s a drip of a leaky pipe, but Kurt’s not sure because he’s too focused on Blaine’s presence behind him. The bed’s not that big; they’re as far away from each other as they can get without falling off but he can still feel the heat from Blaine’s body beneath the covers.
It’s too intimate. They’re fully clothed, not touching, not even speaking, and it’s too intimate.
Prompt: Kurt and Blaine waking up together the morning after their first time.
Kurt awoke to find fingertips tracing along his stomach, thumbs brushing against his skin, and warm lips pressed to his hair. For a moment, he was almost frightened, for the feeling of waking beside someone was such an unexplored one.
Only then, he heard a soft voice let out a quiet mumble.
Then, he remembered.
“Good morning.” Blaine whispered, breathing lightly against Kurt’s bare shoulder.
“Good morning.” Kurt replied, the memory of what he had done last night, no, what they had done last night, bringing a warm sense of joy to his whole being.
Blaine first noticed it during the summer before Kurt’s senior year.
After they had said I love you, Blaine couldn’t stop doing it over and over again.
Whispering it into Kurt’s ear while they rested outside at night when the heat got to be too much. Mumbling it into Kurt’s shoulder when they watched a movie wrapped around each other in a single arm chair. Kissing it into the back of Kurt’s neck after they turned the corner of a crowded aisle at the grocery store they would go to to get ice cream.
For months he had known he wanted to say it, for weeks he had planned how and for moments he would give all that up to just say it. It was so clear in his head and his heart that he loved Kurt so when, during that day on the first week of summer, he thought it in his mind, he decided to simply say it out loud.
Kurt had said it back and the sweetness and spontaneity of the moment had been so perfect that Blaine could never regret doing it with out preemptive planning.
So, over the summer he said it all the time, finally voicing what had been repeating like a mantra in his head and it felt amazing.
But Kurt never said it back.
There’s one part of Blaine’s body that Kurt has known longer than any other part of him.
The one that Kurt got to grip and feel the second after he had just learned his boyfriend’s name. Blaine’s eyes and smile sure got Kurt’s attention, but it wasn’t until Blaine reached out and grabbed onto Kurt’s hand with his own that Kurt’s heart started beating faster, making blood rush to the skin on his cheeks.