Costumes from THE Glee proposal via the Glee Costume Dept.
Costumes from THE Glee proposal via the Glee Costume Dept.
mpreg!blaine, a very surprised Kurt and their journey to parenthood. This is complete and will be posted once a day as I edit. NC-17 but not this part. From an anonymous prompt that I expanded on (just a tad.)
For about thirty seconds, all Kurt can hear is the rushing of blood and panicked pounding of his heart. Blaine is still talking, Kurt knows, because his lips are moving and his hands are wildly gesturing, but Kurt lost his ability to comprehend any type of communication, verbal or otherwise, right after the word pregnant came out of Blaine’s mouth.
“…and I guess with the wedding and school starting back up and moving to our own place I just didn’t think about the possibility of it. Such a cliche to get pregnant on our honeymoon,” Blaine says, rambling on with his words starting to run together and his voice going high-pitched and breathy. “Well, sort of.”
There’s that word again. Pregnant.
“I don’t- I can’t- I’m just-” The whooshing of blood starts again and Kurt has to close his eyes and take several deep, cleansing breaths. Even still, the only thing he can come up with in response is, “How?”
anonymous prompted: i thought about this today, sorry its a long prompt! set in s3, burt sits down to ask if klaine is sexuality active. unlike other fics where burt is like “no being inappropriate in my house,” burt tells them he just wants them to be safe, and he even kind of “allows it in the house” because he doesnt want them getting caught like outside of the house because they live in ohio and whatnot. idk this might sound kinda lame
When Burt sits Kurt and Blaine down at the kitchen table, Kurt doesn’t know what to expect. On one hand, he’s terrified, and the way that his father’s gaze is flickering back and forth between him and Blaine doesn’t help. On the other hand, Kurt is feeling somewhat defiant—he knows he’d had Blaine over the other day when no one was home, but they hadn’t even done anything. They like their time alone just like everyone else and Blaine’s house had been full with his mother’s book club.
Kurt fidgets in his chair. “What’s this about, Dad? If it’s about Blaine being over unsupervised I told you, we didn’t do anything. We just wanted some time to ourselves.”
savvymavvy prompted: Can I randomly leave a prompt? Is that how this works? I don’t know. But alittledizzy made a comment about Blaine moving into the loft in NYC and Kurt isn’t as fastidiously clean as fandom makes him out to be in some fic. He shaves and leaves some stubble in sink, leaves seat up, eats unhealthy things & he’s just general /boy/. Not unclean or unhygenic at all but Blaine is weirdly turned on by how boy-like and bit dirty Kurt can be.
There is toothpaste in the sink.
Blaine stares down at it in disdain, his toothbrush clutched in one hand and his upper lip curled slightly in disgust. The sharp mint of it is still in the air, meaning that the culprit hasn’t been out of the bathroom for long. And with both Rachel and Santana already gone for the day, it leaves only one person. And that person is currently rushing around the kitchen and swearing under his breath as he searches for the coffee filters.
Blaine’s first night as an official New Yorker isn’t anything special. The second night more than makes up for it. Blowjobs, bottom!Kurt. ~2900 words, enjoy! ♥
“We’re having sex tomorrow, I promise,” Blaine mumbled, his face pressed into the side of Kurt’s neck.
Kurt laughed quietly, and reached up to curl his palm around the back of Blaine’s head. “Okay. Don’t even worry about it tonight, I know you’ve had a rough couple of days.”
Blaine let out an agreeable little moan and shifted, if physically possible, closer to Kurt, draping one leg heavily over both of Kurt’s own. “I’m sorry anyway. I hate Sam.” Then he stilled, his warm breath tickling Kurt’s neck.
It had been a rough couple of days, long and exhausting. Blaine and Sam had left Lima at six in the morning the day before, driving a U-Haul loaded with furniture for Sam’s new apartment and much less of Blaine’s own belongings, as all he really needed to bring were his clothes and a few personal items. No furniture was necessary for his living quarters, since the Bushwick loft had everything he could want for now. They’d driven straight through, arriving at Sam’s place in Queens at nearly five o’clock, and unloaded about a third of the truck before their tiredness became too much. Kurt had picked Blaine up and they’d dragged half of his various bags and boxes back to Bushwick, where Blaine promptly face-planted onto the bed and stayed there until well into the next morning - this morning.
Summary: Season 2 Kurt meets Season 5 Kurt.
In which I fill a cracky prompt from Chelsea.
Kurt is actually pretty terrified to get his wisdom teeth removed.
“I’m sure it will be fine,” says Blaine sincerely as they sit in the Lima Bean. “Don’t you get drugged for that sort of thing?”
“Well, yeah,” says Kurt. “But still – I’m getting four teeth surgically removed from my mouth. Forgive me if I’m a little hesitant about trusting someone to do that. Even if that someone is incredibly attractive and whose teeth shine brighter than a star.”
Blaine raises his eyebrows at that. “Am I missing something?”
Kurt shrugs. “My dentist. Carl. Let’s just say, he and Mrs. Pillsbury were a thing. Point is: he’s nice to look at.”
Summary: Future NYC fic in which Sam asks Kurt and Blaine why they don’t indulge in PDAs.
I wrote this in honor of the anniversary of Never Been Kissed. It is partially based on my own experience with my first boyfriend… and also first and only girlfriend (though that problem is easier to hide).
No spoilers beyond episode 5.04. Around 1200 words, rated R. Thanks to Mimsy for reading it over.
By 3:00am, nearly everyone has gone home and it’s just their small, core group of friends settling into the lazy, silly conversation that often marks the end of a party. Kurt’s sprawled out on the couch, his head in Blaine’s lap and his feet pressed up against Rachel’s thighs. He watches her, happy to see her giggling as she regales Elliot with her new 10-year plan. From the way Blaine’s fingers still while petting Kurt’s hair he knows Blaine is watching her too.
Everyone is mellow, buzzed from the easy camaraderie, infinite promise and Dani’s spiked cider. Kurt revels in it, lets it wash over him and settle into his bones; they deserve this.
Blaine plays with his hair, presses his thumb into Kurt’s right temple, runs a finger down his nose. Kurt smiles and when he turns to check on the others he notices Sam’s eyes darting back and forth between the two couples—Kurt and Blaine on the couch, Santana and Dani curled up in the chair, making out.
Kurt catches Sam’s next glance over and says, “What?”
Sam blushes. “How come you guys never kiss?”