I need Elliott to meet Blaine in a situation identical to this one, thanks. Klaine fluff with a side of Santana and Elliott’s shenanigans, no sp-oilers, ~1300 words. PG-13.
Kurt was gripping the side of his chair tightly, trying to keep himself from bouncing up and down and breaking a hole through the floor of the loft. “Oh my God, can’t his taxi go any faster?” he mumbled mostly to himself as he checked the time on his phone yet again.
“I am gonna knock you out with one of your industrial size cans of hairspray if you don’t calm the fuck down, Rainbow Brite,” Santana said from her spot on the couch, flicking through the channels on TV. “Lame-derson will get here any minute, and then you two can rob me of my safe space by making this place all showtunes, all the time.”
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because otters hold hands when they’re asleep to keep from drifting away from each other *u*
(this is yesim’s fault. she told me to)
Blaine wakes to the sound of his and Kurt’s curtain sliding open, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps and a bag being dropped on the floor. He opens his eyes blearily and sits up, leaning against his pillows for support, and Kurt turns, flashes him a sheepish, tired smile.
'Sorry,' Kurt whispers, tugging off his diner shirt and pulling on his t-shirt, then giving the same treatment to his pants. He then stumbles the remaining distance to their bed and all but collapses, cheek pressed against the cool sheets on his side.
'Come on, sweetie,' Blaine murmurs, running his hand through Kurt's hair and gently coaxing him up to lie his head against the pillows instead. It takes a minute or so, mostly because Kurt's obviously bone-dead tired, but when he's finally lying opposite Blaine, head against pillow, he smiles.
'Hold my hand?' he asks tiredly, eyes already on the verge of closing. His hand blindly searches for Blaine's, which Blaine gladly gives. Still, he gives him a puzzled look and cocks his head to the side slightly.
'Why?' he asks, lying back down and facing Kurt, their hands clasped between them. He rubs his thumb over Kurt's knuckles, heart swelling at the sight of Kurt's tired smile returning.
'Otters do it,' Kurt murmurs, turning his head slightly so he's more muttering into the pillow than he is in Blaine's direction. 'To stay together when they're asleep.'
His eyes are mostly closed now, so Blaine hums and smiles, watches Kurt fall asleep and his breathing even out and his face become peaceful. He soon follows.
(When he wakes up the next morning, Kurt’s still asleep, and their hands are still clasped between them, and Blaine carefully lifts them to press a kiss to the back of Kurt’s hand with a soft smile.)
At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut. Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside? I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known. Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own. Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets.
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom. But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)
So this came from seeing a motorcycle on the way home from work and wanting a fic where Blaine is on a motorcycle, but not badboy!blaine - so I’m mixing some tropes.
Summary: Kurt’s car breaks down on the first day of school in California, when someone (Blaine obviously) offers to give him a ride. He ends up being a lot more important than Kurt realizes. Teacher!Blaine (whoop there it is)
Kurt can’t believe that of all the days for his car to die on him, it’s the day of his first class at the University of Southern California.
It’s not just the fact that he’s going to be late, or possibly miss, his first class. It’s making a horrible impression on a school he still can’t believe he was accepted to (with a pretty okay scholarship he might add).
California was not where Kurt Hummel imagined himself at all. He thought he’d be in New York, plain and simple. And he applied to NYADA with Rachel Berry, his sometimes best friend, but didn’t get in.
He did, however, get into University of Southern California’s School of Dramatic Arts. Somehow.
So he moved to the other side of the country, where it was probably too sunny, just to go to a school that was admittedly amazing.
And missing his first day.
Here is a prompt fill from llamanatorm: Kurt is a celebrity (around 18-19 years old) and at the signing he meets kid!Blaine (like 10 years age difference beetween them) and B has the biggest crush and asks K to marry him, but K just laughs at the adorable boy and promises he’ll wait for him (awwww). And then they meet like 10 years later and K is like “Shit he’s hot” and remembers and stuff stuff stuff ♥
so age difference blah blah blah
Kurt has been on Broadway for a little over a year now, after somehow landing his big break at just 18 - fresh out of high school and only a month into living in New York, the city of his dreams. All it took was one audition and bam - he was suddenly in the role of Fiyero in Wicked.
Now he has prospects. Whenever he decides to leave this role, he has people that want him to originate their title roles or even transfer onto the big screen. Things are suddenly open for him and at 19, that is a lot to take in.
Thankfully, Kurt has a father like his that keeps him grounded. He also has a roommate like Rachel who, while annoying and sometimes extremely jealous of Kurt’s career while she is in NYADA (the school that had turned Kurt down and originally led him to hit the audition circuit), is a good friend that makes sure to keep one foot in the real world while the other is placed in Oz.
As promised: part two of the Dalton Sleepover verse. Pre-Klaine. Lots of snuggles.
Kurt hadn’t slept-walk in years. He’d outgrown the habit over time, resulting in far fewer stomach-turning stumbles down the stairs and other painful accidents. There wasn’t a moment when he noticed the complete extinction of the habit; between one year and the next, he simply forgot that it had ever happened regularly at all.
Until he transferred to Dalton and the cumulative stresses of being at a new school, being away from his family, and still living under the cloud of Karofsky-induced anxiety (and, admittedly, Blaine-induced frustration) lured him out from under his comfortable sheets and dumped him groggily at an exciting new destination.
Based on this. Or, How Blaine Anderson Found His Soulmate (and He Happened to Be an Elf Prince)
It’s raining the night that Blaine Anderson walks into a bar, orders two shots and watches as his life falls apart around him. Things are already not going well; he’d had a date with a guy from his tap class that had ended with him stranded on the Lower East Side without a Metrocard and with zero cash in his wallet, and instead of hitting an ATM and grabbing a cab back to Brooklyn (if he could find one this time of night; the cab drivers seemed to smell Brooklyn on him and avoided him like the plague), Blaine decides to stretch his uptight laces a little bit. There’s nothing waiting for him in Brooklyn, save the cranky old woman he has as a roommate and her equally cranky old cat, and a little wallowing in his drink in a nondescript, hole-in-the-wall bar sounds like exactly the kind of romantic resolution to a shitty date that an artist like him needs.
based on a tweet from the #awkwardbreakup tag for the Tonight Show staring Jimmy Fallon - we were going through them and reading the tweets and found something along the lines of: “I still see my ex-boyfriend all the time for holidays because I’m dating his dad.”
So like. Older!Dad!Blaine and Kurt, who used to date Blaine’s son. Enjoy this weirdness. age!difference
Kurt meets Blaine because first, he dates his son.
Jamie Anderson is a cute freshman that Kurt meets his senior year. Kurt is 22, nearly 23, and Jamie is just 18 (soon to be 19) and Kurt isn’t sure it’s going to work out, but Jamie is pretty nice and adorable. Kurt has only dated two other people before at college. The first was Adam, and a senior when Kurt was a freshman (so the very same situation Kurt finds himself in now). The second guy is Gregory, who is actually a TA in Kurt’s Junior dance class and once again, a few years older than him.
So Jamie is the first younger guy he has the desire to date. But he’s certainly charming and mature for his age. Kurt finds it adorable when he found Jamie standing in the hallway on his first day at NYADA looking at a schedule and frowning.
"Looks like you need some help," says Kurt.
Jamie was absolutely relieved to hear that. After Kurt directs him to his class and they make arrangements to meet up afterwards for coffee, Kurt finds that he is attracted to him.
"Just relax and enjoy yourself, Kurt," Elliott says, patting Kurt on the back after they get their drinks. Kurt has to admit, he’s already a better gay bar buddy than Rachel and Santana ever were. "And don’t be afraid to talk to a guy if you like him, you have a lot going for you."
"Thanks," Kurt says with a genuine smile, watching Elliott wander off into the crowd. He bumps into someone who’s headed toward the bar, apologizing and patting his shoulder, and Kurt nearly chokes on a sip of his drink when he sees who Elliott bumped into. When the guy gets closer, Kurt knows he’s not just seeing things - he has absolutely seen that face in porn before. Well, more than just his face, obviously.
Kurt starts to blush, sneaking looks as the guy settles at the bar a stool away, until he’s casting a knowing sideways glance at Kurt and then he can’t pretend he isn’t staring anymore.
"Hi," Kurt says, still blushing, and only just stopping himself from blurting out, I’ve seen you suck two dicks at once.
twelvemorestopsandhome asked: Jess, I think I have a WilSon prompt for you! Okay so I was eating Haribo last night and you know the way there's jelly rings in them? well i was thinking about how you just have to wear them for a bit before you eat them and then I was thinking about Will and Sonny messing with them and maybe Ari when she's a bit older? Ridiculous fluff, like! See if it inspires you! ;)
Ok, so you know said I was going to do it over the next couple of days? Yeah, it kinda just all happened tonight… I hope its ok!!!
“William Robert Horton, will you marry me?”
“Have we not already done this?”