oh what a pretty high note
Sarah. High School Senior. Odd person. Admirer of people.
dreamyblaineanderson requested Kurt walking in on Blaine masturbating, an anon requested pre-Klaine with sleep-overs and awkward erections, another anon requested first time anal sex fail, and another anon requested Klaine at Dalton.
So: a hooking up at Dalton PWP. This includes barebacking and consensual semi-somnophilia. Yeah I just kind of needed to write some smut. :)
Embarrassment goes a long way for Kurt when it comes to friends. He replays the conversation that he and Blaine have about sex in his mind probably once every other hour. He feels—ridiculous, and overwhelmed, and he really wishes that the topic had come up in a different way. He could’ve had that talk with any close friend but no, it had to have been Blaine. Gorgeous, confident, experienced Blaine, Blaine who is gay and there and likes him and—
God, some days he just wants to dig a very deep hole, crawl into it, and never come out again.
He never counted on this—issue coming up at Dalton so fast but he supposes that he should have seen it coming; he’s surrounded by guys now all day and night. There’s a constant loop of intimacy and closeness and though it is largely platonic he sees little gestures here and there that let him know that some of the guys are involved. He hears knowing chuckles in regards to couples covering for each other so that they can be together and avoid the room checks. He even walks in on a two boys making out in one of the study rooms once.
Darren/Blaine. AU in which Darren is a 26 year old musician and Blaine is a 17 year old fanboy.
Warnings: age difference, virgin!Blaine.
I am an idiot, Blaine thinks as he stands outside the small club, clutching his wool dress coat around himself.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. He’d known about the tour for months. He’d made plans with some nice sounding people that he’d me on the meet up forums—they hadn’t asked him too many questions about his age or his name, and that was enough to make him comfortable. It was just a car ride, right? Just a short three hour car ride, and it would be okay, and he had a cell phone and he had pepper spray.
It turns out that they were more interested in getting drunk and watching the opening act than anything else. By the time Darren had taken the stage they’d been a mess, so unruly that Blaine hadn’t even been able to stand with them anymore. He decided to enjoy the show by himself and meet up with them after.
In typical Darren style, though, the show had run late, and even though the guys he’d driven up with had said they wanted to stay after and meet Darren, they were gone before Darren even made it out the back to sign autographs.
So he’s freezing, in a city he has no familiarity with, in a place he shouldn’t be (his parents are going to kill him), alone, and—and by the time he stops freaking out, he realizes that the crowd has dissipated and that Darren is gone.
Title: Load the Dice
Series: Klaine Games
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Klaine, brief mentions of previous non-Klaine relationships
Word Count: ~6600
Warnings/Kinks: D/s; dirty talk; spanking; rimming; body worship; mentions of multiple kinks such as humiliation, comeplay, public sex, voyeurism, non-monogamous sexual relationship, orgasm denial, overstimulation, sexual beating, marking; mentions of a previous unpleasant sexual encounter; semi-anonymous sex; blindfolding. I think that’s it!?
Summary: “Everything’s a game of chance,” Santana says, “unless you load the dice.”A/N: Stuts and I talked about Klaine meeting through party games. So she’s writing hers, and I wrote mine, and I guess that means there’s a series of Klaine Games fics.
Thank you to Irina for making sure Kurt didn’t kiss Blaine’s cheese.
Enjoy.
They’re lying beside one another, tangled up in white bedsheets, with the sunlight seeping through the blinds and onto the bed, warming their bodies, when Blaine asks the question.
“Kurt?”
“Mm?” Kurt replies, sleepily.
“Do you ever think about getting married?” Blaine asks, while he glides the tips of his fingers across the unblemished skin of Kurt’s collarbone.
“Of course I do.” Kurt murmurs, softly. “I’ve always thought about it.”
“Always?”
“Mm, always.” Kurt says, as he edges forwards and nuzzles his nose against Blaine’s. “Ever since I was a kid.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I never really used to think about it.” Blaine whispers, while he trails his fingers along the length of Kurt’s neck, until he reaches his jawline, where he begins to brush his thumb against the soft, rosy flesh there. “Until I met you.”
Summary: Murder mystery novelist Blaine Anderson and his fiance, junior fashion designer Kurt Hummel race from the forests of Germany to the streets of Paris to find a vicious fairytale serial killer who has a penchant for dressing up their victims in outfits that Kurt has designed. Sequel to The Boy From Oz Trilogy. Fic on AO3.
Cover art by the excellent Sarah. Betaed by the lovely Kathy.
“Please pick up. God, please pick up, please, please.”
The floor was cold and hard, the air still and empty as in a grave, with the occasional shuffling of bodies and sniffle and his whisper into the phone as loud as he dared, barely above a breeze rustling through dead leaves on trees in fall.
“Please don’t go to voicemail, just this once, please, please—”
“Hello?”
He couldn’t help the noise that escaped his lips, relieved laughter strangled with tears. Like the one he hadn’t been able to help at Sectionals when Kurt had called him. Another miraculous phone call. What he wouldn’t give for another miracle. But he choked it down, a tremor running through him at the volume of it, like it was the seal on his fate and he curled further in on himself in the corner, hidden behind the overturned desk.
“Kurt,” he whispered and it escaped him like one of the last breaths of a dying man.
Summary: Agent 005 of MI6, Adam Crawford, is sent on a mission to the small town of Lima, Ohio to observe and then retrieve rogue agent Blaine Anderson, a traitor to the United Kingdom. But things get complicated when he finds Agent 007 entangled with an enigmatic high school hacker by the name of Kurt Hummel. James Bond AU. On AO3.
Mostly betaed by the lovely Kathy
Rating: NC-17 | S&C Link | AO3 Link
Summary: Blaine is a hooker on the streets of New York, where as fate would have it, Kurt crosses his path (but not in the way you’d think…).
A/N: Don’t get too excited, y’all. There’s more drama to come.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
“Sounds like you had fun last night.”
“Hmm?” Kurt glances up from his copy of Vogue at the kitchen table to Rachel. She’s leaning her back against the adjacent wall with her lips around a straw, sipping a fruit smoothie casually. Kurt’s only half listening, entranced by the models donning various styles in front of him. He’s pretty much adjusted to ignoring Rachel when she speaks, which sounds cruel, but if he listened to everything she ever said he’s not so sure he would still be living in this loft.
“Blaine sure got an earful.” At those words, Kurt pales, clutching the edges of his magazine until they crinkle in his hands. “Or should I say a handful…” she mutters.
Ballet!Blaine and Modern!Kurt, forced to work together.
“They were at their best when they moved together.”
Consume Me Like A Fire | written by atruthsoloud
rated: M
status: completesummary: Blaine always gets what he wants – and he wants Kurt. Kurt agrees to give himself to Blaine in exchange for his father receiving the medical treatment he needs. In Blaine’s eyes, they’re boyfriends, but Kurt sees himself as a sex slave.
warnings: dark!Blaine, dub-con that some would consider non-con, manipulation, emotional abuse, oblivious!Blaine, mob!Blaine. also available on scarvesandcoffee.net
I started this fic last night because the plot made me every curious, and I ended up reading it into the morning. It’s a beautiful, dark, bittersweet read. It definitely features a Blaine I’ve never seen before. There’s a premise that a lot of people probably won’t like, but it’s written so beautifully that I couldn’t seem to bring myself to care.
