spangledout made a post that said: i really want a fic of kurt being hit on by all the guys in their stage combat class and him just like totally shutting them down…
So I made an attempt to write the thing.
The Pitfalls of Puberty, or How Even NYADA Students Are Oblivious
(Klaine, 833 words, PG-13)
Whoever’s idea it was to double today’s class period to make up for the snow day should be fired. Blaine’s life science teacher should also be fired. If Blaine was in class with him instead of on an all-day field trip he could distract Kurt from his pain.
Yes, pain. The heating system is on full blast, making the room feel like a sauna. That combined with the constant physical exertion and the number of bodies in the space makes it completely unbearable.
Kurt flops to the floor while group 2 takes their turn in front of the class. He feels disgusting.
He uncaps his water, drinks half, and sets it down. Then he peels off his shirt and sticks it in his bag.
“I’m so hot,” he groans.
Ryan, a fellow sophomore who’s also in his history class glances at him from where he’s sitting a few feet away, and grins. “Yeah, you are. I bet you’re even hotter when you lose the pants.”
A few years ago Kurt’s first instinct would’ve been to blush, pretend he hadn’t heard, expect a punch line.
Now, however, he simply raises his left hand. “Taken.”
Ryan’s smile shifts into something more akin to a scowl, “Whatever.”
Next class Kurt is on his own again because Blaine had sprained his ankle trying to learn parkour with Sam over the weekend. He’s glad Blaine has Sam as a friend and everything, but god, they are such boys.
They lesson is pretty uneventful, just a review of the new stuff they learned last time, and when it ends he hurries to be first out the door. He’s just pulling out his phone to see if Blaine wants Kurt to bring him anything, when someone taps him on the shoulder. He turns around to see Jordan, who transferred into their class a few weeks ago.
“Hi?” Kurt says, a little confusedly. He isn’t sure they’ve actually ever had a conversation.
“Hey,” Jordan says. “Hey listen, do you want to maybe get dinner sometime?”
Kurt almost rolls his eyes. Is everyone blind? He lifts his hand to display his ring. “I’m engaged, sorry.”
Jordan’s eyes widen a little. “Oh, okay, um, wow.”
“Sorry,” Kurt says again. “I thought everyone knew. He’s in our class, you know, it’s-“ but Jordan’s already started walking in the other direction.
By the third time it happens, Kurt has begun to get seriously annoyed. With the combined help of Sam and Elliot, Blaine is now able to accompany himself pretty well on guitar, so he’d volunteered to sing for sick kids in the waiting room of a pediatrician’s office on Friday afternoon.
It was sweet and all, but now Blaine is at home, miserable with strep throat, and Kurt is once again alone in combat class.
He stretches while the professor goes over the day’s plan; stretches his legs in front of him and touches his toes, rolls his neck, raises his arms above his head to warm the muscles.
He’s not really even conscious he’s doing it until he glances up to see Julio, Ben, and Andy all staring.
He raises an eyebrow at them, then looks back down and casually begins to fiddle with his ring. When he looks back up, they’re on the other side of the classroom.
Blaine feels like he hasn’t been in combat class all semester. It’s great to be back, learning how to stand and block, seeing Kurt, and feeling high from exercise-induced endorphins.
Professor Key calls out, “Good work today boys! Take a five minute break and rehydrate.”
Blaine stoops down to get his Gatorade out of his bag, straightens, and turns around to see where Kurt is. Kurt is drinking water like he’s just sprinted a mile through the dessert. His throat moves as he swallows, and a little of the water trickles down it, making his skin glisten.
Blaine’s mouth goes a little dry. He starts to go over to him, intends to whisper his plans for after class in Kurt’s ear, when this huge, chiselled guy who Blaine thinks is named Marco, steps in front of him, blocking Blaine’s path. “Back off, half pint. I saw him first.”
Blaine blinks. “Kurt?”
Marco smirks. “Don’t really care what his name is. Mine is the one he’ll be screaming.”
Blaine isn’t sure how Kurt got across the classroom so fast, but he’s suddenly right in front of them, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
Marco laughs. “This little dude was gonna make a move on you. I’m trying to tell him not to waste his time.”
“One?” Kurt says, “I wouldn’t sleep with you if you paid me. And two?” He yanks Blaine forward by a fistful of his shirt and kisses him, hard. It’s a lot more passionate that Kurt would usually allow them to be in public, but who is Blaine to complain?
He cups Kurt’s warm cheek with his hand and lets himself sink into the familiarity of Kurt’s mouth.
When they break apart, they’re both panting a little, but that doesn’t stop Kurt from swivelling back around to face Marco. “Two? Blaine is my fiancé, and you can fuck off.”
They skip the second half of class to split a frozen hot chocolate. Kurt figures they deserve it.
Fic: I Think This Is How Love Goes
Title: I Think This Is How Love Goes
Chapters: 1/1 (Complete)
Word Count: ~3,781
Summary: Kellie prompted: “A fic based on Check Yes Or No by George Strait.” Blaine is the new kid in Kurt’s third grade class. Blaine is very shy, but he works up the nerve to give Kurt a note that says, “Be my friend? Check Yes or No.” This is the story of how the theme continues, as they become best friends, boyfriends, and fiancés.
Help Me Get My Feet Back on the Ground
Summary: Anon prompted “I live for your blangst fics, you do such justice to the intricacies of Blaine’s character. After tonight’s episode, I’d really like to see a fic with Blaine struggling with BED or EDNOS, and how Kurt reacts to Blaine and this physical manifestation of his insecurities and self-loathing. Kurt realises that his ‘hero’ isn’t as strong as he had always perceived and that Blaine is the master of hiding his feelings.”
Oh my gosh, thank you so much! Sometimes I feel like I spend more time in Blaine’s head than my own, honestly.
Kurt had been sure that after their talk, Blaine’s eating would lessen. And it had, most of the time. They both decided to start a new diet and workout regimen together, and Blaine seemed ready to honor it. They went to the gym together, and when they went out to eat they both ordered salads or some entree from the lighter choices section.
Except sometimes Kurt would catch Blaine in the kitchen after date night, stuffing his face in the fridge like he was hiding it. Or they’d make a bag of popcorn for movie night, and Blaine would eat the whole thing in a matter of minutes, then apologize and go to make another bag and do the same thing.
It was starting to worry Kurt. He’d come to realize that Blaine’s eating habits hadn’t changed at all; he’d just gotten better at hiding it.
Which really didn’t surprise Kurt, because Blaine had always been the master at hiding his emotions. Kurt knew it came from his home life, from the way his family didn’t exactly encourage emotional expression. Blaine had even hid that well. It took Kurt a full year to hear Blaine even mention his family, and even longer for Blaine to be honest about them.
Kurt knew things would change when Blaine moved to New York. He wasn’t foolish enough to think things would be as they were back in high school, and he didn’t want them to be. He was proud of how far he’d come here and he didn’t want to regress. At the same time, though, he had to be mindful of the fact that Blaine was still young, and he hadn’t had the same time in the city that Kurt had.
It was hard moving somewhere new and being suddenly thrown into adulthood. Without the pressures of high school, there’s so much encouragement at college to really explore your identity and who you are and who you want to be. Kurt had spent his freshman year branching out and actually performing men’s songs, and not just things from Broadway.
He’d changed a lot. Kurt looked back on who he was even a year ago and he didn’t recognize himself. And Blaine didn’t handle change well. Kurt just had to be mindful of that, and patient.
Now ~ 1.1k
inspired by now from dreaming wide awake. contains speculation for season six based on the little we know from interviews, mentions of kurt/others, angst, and hope. thank you, as always, to the lovely axe.
Los Angeles is harsher and more unforgiving than New York ever was. At least, it feels that way to Kurt. It’s been two years, and though he’s found his ‘places’ in and around the city, he still hasn’t found his footing. It’s kind of difficult to do that when his whole world was tilted so far off its axis that it crumbled, and he hasn’t quite had the time nor the will to do much to right it.
"Hey, it’s—it’s me. Um… I got your message that you came by, and that’s fine, I know you’re busy right now, what with… Everything. I didn’t even realize how much stuff you still have here. But yeah, it’s fine to leave it all here ‘til you can come get it."
Obligatory post 516 fic (Please keep in mind that I have only seen the episode once and it was a dodgy livestream and I sitting in a huge lecture at a massive international conference on microscopes so yeah. Still, yay fic!! No sex though, sorry.)
It begins with Kurt asking, “What do you need from me to make it better?”
It’s innocuously said over dinner, Kurt’s eyes on his plate as though he’s unsure but his voice is even.
As Equals (5x16 Reaction Fic, Klaine, 577 words, R)
They stay like that for a long time; Blaine just clinging, body tense, cheeks hot with tears, and Kurt breathing deeply in and out until Blaine mimics him, breathes with him.
They stand there, pressed together everywhere they can, breathing in and out, in and out together in the dim light of the loft for what feels like oceans of time.
When Kurt begins to feel Blaine’s body relax, when his fingers aren’t digging into Kurt’s back quite so hard, he moves his head and kisses the lobe of Blaine’s right ear.
Blaine inhales sharply. “Kurt-“ he whispers. “I’m not- I can’t, I know you said-“
Kurt moves lower, sucks at the skin below Blaine’s ear.
Blaine lets out the breath shakily. “Kurt, just, look at me, you can’t possibly-“
Kurt pulls his mouth away with a wet sound and takes a step back.
“I’m looking at you.” Beautiful, solid Blaine, with his bright eyes and warm smile.
Kurt wants to see that smile again.
“I’m looking at you and I like what I see, Blaine. I love you. I gave you every first I could give because you are the most loving person I have ever known.” His mouth twitches up in a smile. “Not to mention the best looking.”
Blaine snorts, crosses his arms. “Yeah, right.”
Kurt unfolds Blaine’s arms, takes both of Blaine’s hands in his own, interlacing their fingers.
“Blaine, this is us, remember? You and me. No judgement or jealousy or shame. If someone’s looking at me, if a dozen boys are looking at me, you have to remember that the only one I’m looking back at is you.”
There’s a moment of silence, and then Blaine is in his arms, Blaine is pushing forward against him and holding his face and kissing his breath away.
Kurt stumbles backward, steadies himself, cups the back of Blaine’s neck with one hand and lets his other hand fall down to Blaine’s ass.
“Bedroom?” he asks.
It’s not even really a question.
They move clumsily across the loft, mouths heated, hands everywhere, and fall onto Kurt’s bed.
This isn’t make up sex, not like last time. This is something Kurt isn’t sure they’ve ever experienced together. It’s new. Another first.
They’re both fully clothed and Blaine is beneath him, writhing helplessly, grinding up against him.
The kisses are sloppy and off center, too much tongue, too much heat and Kurt can feel Blaine’s tears when their cheeks make contact.
It’s only when Blaine’s chest heaves against his that he realizes with a shock that Blaine is still crying. Not from sadness, he doesn’t think, but from the build up of everything. The fear, the worry, the self-loathing, the insecurity, the relief, the passion.
Kurt says nothing about the tears, just keeps kissing Blaine like it’s his last day to do it.
He reaches down to undo Blaine’s pants and Blaine bucks so frantically that Kurt is reminded of when they first started doing this. Crazy in love, half-mad with lust, aching with excitement.
Blaine paws at Kurt’s back, saying desperately, “Kurt, Kurt, fuck me, god, please, I need you to, I need-“
“No,” Kurt says. “Equals, remember? I don’t want that this time. Tell me we’ll never grow apart. Show me. Make me yours.”
Blaine squeezes his eyes shut tight. “Kurt, god, are you sure, do you really want-“
Kurt lowers his mouth to Blaine’s ear and whispers, so softly that Blaine feels the words more than hears them, “I want it. You inside me, heart and body. Show me I’m yours.”
And Blaine does.
"Always" — Klaine fic
Just a short little fic speculating on Blaine’s thoughts in 5x16… Because he fascinates me.
Kinda angsty at first but the end is fluffy.
"I… I guess I should be getting home, then," Blaine says softly after they pull away from the hug. He didn’t want to pull away, but i was getting late and he didn’t want to assume anything.
Kurt just smiles at him and takes his hand. “Whether you live here or not, this will always be your home.”
"You’re home for me," Blaine tells him earnestly, voice cracking a bit. He sniffles, not quite to the point of embarrassment after his breakdown but nearly there, and Kurt wipes his tears away. "I love you, Kurt. I love you so much."
"I love you, too," Kurt says. "Always," he adds firmly, making the tension leak from Blaine’s body until all he can feel is exhaustion. "Stay here tonight. You shouldn’t be walking home alone this late at night."
"Please stay," Kurt repeats, begging Blaine with tired eyes. Blaine nods. He forgot that, while Kurt isn’t afraid for himself, he’s worried for Blaine. "I don’t—"
"I know," Blaine says, swooping in for a short kiss. Kurt seems to relax, squeezing Blaine’s hand and tugging him towards the bedroom. They crawl into bed, both lying on their sides and facing each other.
Blaine watches Kurt, his stomach fluttering as he takes in the beautiful man in front of him. He reaches up to brush the backs of his fingertips against Kurt’s cheek, sighing softly.
Kurt smiles. “What?”
"I didn’t really want to move out," Blaine admits.
Kurt frowns, confused. “Blaine, we talked about this. We both decided it would help us individually and as a couple.”
"I know, I know that," Blaine sighs. "It’s just… I guess some part of me was hoping you’d ask me not to. Some part of me hoped that you still needed me like I need you. I just wanted to stop feeling like I was holding you back."
"Blaine, honey," Kurt says softly. "I’ll always need you and I’ll always love you." He looks so sad, like he can’t even imagine a world where he doesn’t love Blaine. He can’t picture it. And it breaks his heart that Blaine can. "I don’t know how else to make you see that."
For a while, they don’t say anything. Then Kurt starts planting gentle kisses on Blaine’s mouth and chin and cheeks.
Blaine shakily pushes at Kurt’s chest but Kurt gently grabs his wrist. “Shh, it’s okay. You don’t have to feel ashamed of yourself, especially not around me. You’ve always been the most handsome man in the world in my eyes and that isn’t going to change because you put on a few pounds.” He pauses for a moment, brushing A few loose curls off of Blaine forehead and pressing a sweet kiss to the same spot. “And I’m not saying this because you need to be ashamed of your weight, because you don’t, but maybe we should both be eating healthier. I don’t care what you look like but I do want you to be healthy.”
Blaine nods, smiling, and says, “So, I’ll stop eating out and you’ll give up cheesecake.”
"Now, now," Kurt stops him, laughing and smacking Blaine’s shoulder when he sees the wide, teasing grin on Blaine’s face. "You know I can’t do that anymore than you can give up cronuts." This time, Blaine laughs. "But seriously, I’ll cut down on cheesecake if you cut down on cronuts. No more than two per week, and that’s only if you jog to school with me. And I’ll keep it to one small slice of cheesecake a week. We all need to indulge once in a while, but it’s not indulging if we don’t save it for certain occasions."
"I think that sounds fair," Blaine nods. "So we’re in this together?"
Kurt smiles. “We always have been.”
"Gonna Make A Change" — Klaine fanfic
Just a cute little Klaine ficlet~
Takes place, like, two weeks after the start of Blaine’s “cleanse” as Kurt calls it. Except my headcanon is that he finds a much healthier diet and doesn’t have to drink that crazy coconut water. Then he and Kurt exercise together and get all cute and distracted.
"Blaine, shouldn’t you be working out with me?"
"I did my workout before you got home from the diner so I could sit back and enjoy the view."
Kurt snorts and shakes his head at blain, continuing to do push-ups while Blaine watches him. Then, out of nowhere, Blaine lies down beneath him, grinning up at his fiancé. “What are you doing?”
"Counting on the fact that you won’t fall on me because you love me," Blaine says, earning a light laugh from Kurt.
"We’ll see about that." He pushes up and as he lowers himself down, he pecks Blaine’s lips. "Mm, I missed my good morning kiss today in Improv." He continues doing push-ups, kissing Blaine each time he goes down.
"I’ll make it—mmph—up to you," Blaine promises. After Kurt kisses him again, sending his heart leaping happily, he squirms out from under his fiancé. "I have an idea."
"Blaine," Kurt pouts. "I thought you were being my motivation."
Blaine laughs. “Just a second, my love.” Kurt’s heart warms at the term of endearment. Very few people use it anymore, but Blaine’s one of those people.
Then suddenly Blaine’s under him again, but he’s backwards. His legs are propped up on the edge of their bed and his face is right beneath Kurt’s. “Why?” That’s all Kurt can think to say.
Blaine laughs again. “It’s like the Spider-Man kiss. Come on, it’s romantic.”
"And you’ve been having too many movie nights with Sam," Kurt says with a roll of his eyes. When he leans down again, however, he does kiss Blaine. Because how can he not? "I love you, dork."
"If I’m a dork, what does that make you?"
The next time Kurt leans down, he braces himself on his elbows, hovering over Blaine and smiling. “I guess it makes me the guy who’s in love with a dork. And I wouldn’t change a thing.”
"Neither would I," Blaine smiles softly.
Kurt looks thoughtful for a moment before speaking again. “Well, maybe one thing.”
"And what’s that?"
"The fact that you aren’t on our bed right now, kissing me until I can’t think properly," Kurt answers with a smirk. Blaine grins, sitting up, and pulls Kurt to his feet before pinning him to the bed.
"I think that can be arranged."
Some klaine fanfics should be published as books instead of some best sellers out there.