fablewriter:

Anonymous asked you: Prompt: (Nerd/shy?) Kurt witnesses Badboy Blaine’s tougher more violent side for some reason and despite knowing Blaine would never hurt him is a little afraid of that side of Blaine.

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“Fuck! God damn it!” Kurt flinched at the sound of Blaine’s angry voice from the locker room. It was just after school and they had agreed to meet in the locker room so they could go to the movies.

Blaine had been having a bad day. Not only did he have to serve detention for a few weeks, but he also had to deal with the same lecture from his parents when he got home. Blaine didn’t have the best reputation at McKinley. It was one of the reasons he was at the school. McKinley was his third school to be transferred too. Blaine was relatively quiet, but there were days where he proved that he earned his bad boy reputation.

He had gotten into a few fights with jocks.

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chriscolfuck:

SAVE THE DATE
OCTOBER 4TH, 2014
KURT ELIZABETH HUMMEL AND BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON TO WED
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“I want a baby.”

Kurt looks up from his wedding planner, pencil pausing where he’s scheduling in dates for hair and skin appointments closer to the wedding. “Blaine, honey, we’re getting married in nine months. Aren’t we supposed to want a few years of newly-wedded bliss before the pitter-patter of little Hummel-Anderson feet on the floor?”

Blaine positively beams when the name ‘Hummel-Anderson’ passes Kurt’s lips, and plants himself on the arm of the sofa next to Kurt, his socked feet wriggling in Kurt’s lap. “I’m not saying right now, I’m saying that maybe soon. Maybe before we hit twenty-five. We don’t need to go through the whole rigmarole of the adoption process or finding a surrogate.” He digs his teeth into his lip and ducks his head bashfully as he says, “And I really, really want to be a papa. I really want a baby and a family with you, Kurt.”

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missbeizy:

For klaineandbiscuits who requested “Klaine as actors sharing a dressing room.  Kurt needs assistance with the corset-like component of his costume and Blaine is more than happy to oblige.” 

This turned into a D/S BDSM thing with sub!Kurt and dom!Blaine.  Warnings for: light breathplay, face-fucking, restraint, and sex that’s a little rougher than normal.

“It’ll look good on your resume, they said,” Kurt huffs, yanking the stiff-backed corset around his waist. “It’ll make you look diverse, it’s an excellent company, they said.  Would it’ve killed them to hire a few extra stage hands?” 

Blaine is putting the last minute touches on his blush, stockings and tunic already in place. “Let me guess: it was her kids this time?”

“God, no, I don’t mind when it’s her kids, this time it was her alcoholism which, let me tell you, I have less sympathy for,” Kurt rattles off, adjusting his wig. “Shit.  Can you give me a hand?  They were going to send Steven back but then a fuse on the lighting panel blew and they needed him to crawl behind the—” He huffs. “Calming down.  I promise.  Sorry.  Help?”

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endofadream:

sequel to this.

Blaine stares at Kurt’s card in his hands. It has his name—Kurt Hummel—as well as his profession—tattoo artist—and his place of work. His number is underneath it all, printed neatly and squarely in tiny black letters, and those Blaine focuses on until his vision fuzzes.

It’s been a few days, and his tattoo is healing nicely. He’s had no problems with it, has had no need to call the shop and has no reason to ever go back there, and, yet, he still can’t help but think about the way Kurt had been talking to him before and after. It had been flirting. It had to have been flirting. Kurt had said his shirt was cute, and he’d looked appreciative when Blaine had pushed down his pants, right?

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endofadream:

Blaine’s tattoo

“I can’t believe you’re gonna get tatted up!” Sam says excitedly as he gets out of Blaine’s car. “Ah, man, it’s gonna be so awesome. You’re gonna look like a total badass.”

Blaine flushes, ducking his head as he locks the car and steps onto the sidewalk. Sam’s praise still manages to make him feel fuzzy, even though he’s been trying in vain to tamp down his crush for months now. Sam is straight and his best friend—though he’s completely okay with Blaine being gay and talking about boys, Blaine’s afraid that if Sam knew the thoughts that sometimes crept up into the back of Blaine’s mind he’d run the other direction.

“I will not,” he says, pushing up his glasses and stopping just outside the door. “It’s just something small. And no one will even see it but me.”

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slightestwind:

Anonymous asked: prompt: first time klaine go skinny dipping together?? :)
NC-17 for intergluteal sex, set during the summer after s3. 

(klaine firsts prompt meme)

“You said yourself that you wanted to be more adventurous,” Blaine points out, swimming over to where Kurt’s still sitting on the ledge of Blaine’s in-ground pool, kicking his feet back and forth in the water.

“I was thinking more along the lines of handcuffs or spanking, not public nudity,” Kurt huffs, and Blaine’s grin gets wide, his eyes scrunching up as he swims closer to Kurt, nudging his way between Kurt’s knees. Blaine doesn’t bother to wear hair gel when they go swimming and Kurt loves the way his curls look, the way water sparkles on his tan skin in the sunlight.

“Spanking, huh?”

Kurt rolls his eyes, sliding the rest of the way into the pool and laughing when Blaine catches him, arms around him while Kurt shudders at the cool shock of water.

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slightestwind:

Anonymous asked: prompt! first time Blaine sees Kurt sleeping in fully naked.
(aka the first time Blaine sees Kurt’s butt, during the summer between s2 and s3. PG-13.)

(klaine firsts prompt meme)

“Blaine,” Burt says after he opens the door and lets Blaine in, and Blaine hums his hello, shoving his hands into the pockets of his shorts before he starts to fidget. “It’s summer, what the hell are you doing here so early instead of sleeping in?” His voice is rough with sleep but kind, and Blaine smiles.

“Kurt and I are going to get coffee. Is he, um—”

“He’s upstairs, go ‘head,” Burt says, nodding, and Blaine gives Burt an awkward wave before hurrying up the stairs. He knocks twice with no answer before just pushing the door of Kurt’s bedroom open, and his breath catches once he realizes Kurt is still in bed, bare shoulders peeking out from under the thin sheet covering him.

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missbeizy:

Uh, fluff.  Not quite sure where this came from.  :)  Kurt and Blaine reminisce about “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”.

Kurt circles the posh leather sofa with a fond, faraway look in his eyes. “Oh my god, I feel like—has this place shrunk?”

Blaine laughs, hands in his pockets, and completes a turn around the Dalton choir room.  Their voices echo off of the high ceiling. “I don’t think I’ve grown that much taller, but you sure have.” He shrugs. “I guess when you’ve lived in New York City a place like this seems kind of small.”

Maybe, Kurt thinks.

“I dunno,” he replies.  It’s easy to brush it off like that, but he has some very fond memories of Dalton.  Fond enough to bring them back here to plan their engagement party.  They’ve rented the lobby and the main ballroom for the big event. “This place was a refuge, for a short but very necessary time in my life.”

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