Anonymous prompted: klaine meeting during a really bad traffic jam? like talking through their windows :3
"Excuse me? Excuse me!”
Kurt knows he must look completely ridiculous, waving his hand and yelling over the sound of the occasional horn blasting (god, when will people learn that won’t actually get them anywhere), but necessity knows no law.
The guy in the green car next to his finally glances over, must catch Kurt motioning in the corner of his eyes, because he stops his drumming on the steering wheel and pulls his headphones out of his ears.
He holds up his finger in a ‘one second’ gesture and Kurt sinks back a little in his seat, still unable to relax but willing to wait as the guy rolls down the car window.
"What’s up?" The guy unbuckles his seat belt so he can lean over and peek out the window.
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"Are you serious?"
And that’s how it starts. Chris’s attempt to look unamused but mostly coming off as slightly uncomfortable and a lot surprised, and Darren holding a sprig of mistletoe between his fingers and up above their heads.
"As the plague," Darren answers in some kind of drawl that Chris is sure is a reference to something that he can’t place right now.
But Chris doesn’t get the chance to finish his thought. Darren darts in, smacks a kiss against his cheek, and then prances away like some kind of holiday elf on a sugar trip.
For a few moments, Chris just stares into empty space. Then he gently touches his cheek and smiles.
Spoilers: Early Season 3.
Word Count: 1,200
Summary: Burt knows that Kurt and Blaine are having sex, and he decides he needs to have a little chat with his son’s boyfriend. Awkward conversation and accidental TMI ensues. Set mid season three.
Author’s Note: I wrote this a while ago but never got around to putting it on tumblr. But with tumblr’s renewed enthusiasm for bottom!Blaine, I thought it would be a good time to get around to it.
Word count: 950
Summary: Kurt makes his voice lower on purpose to ebb the jokes. A week into his relationship with Blaine he’s found out.
“Oh god oh Blaine—oh”
“Yeah?” Blaine smirks, mouth panting hard into Kurt’s ear.
“Uh,” Kurt squeaks when Blaine returns to his ministrations. Blaine doesn’t hear him and attaches his mouth onto Kurt’s again. They’ve been at this ‘makeout’ thing for about twenty minutes now and Kurt, albeit incredibly turned on is kind of balancing a tipping plate right now.
"I like your lips," Kurt slowly drags his thumb across them, appreciating every bump and crack, "and the things that they can do,” he adds, giggling.
Blaine grins. ”I like how you get those crinkles by your eyes when you laugh.”
And so Kurt laughs again.
The two of them are lying on Kurt’s bed, their clothes scattered across the floor, having just had sex (amazing sex) for the first time since their engagement night. They’re surrounded by a silence in the loft, everyone else but them asleep. The only noises they can hear are coming from the New York nightlife and the distant sound of the dripping tap in the bathroom that they’ve been meaning to get fixed.
for the anon who wanted some silly christmas!klaine ♥
"Here," Blaine says and puts the candy to Kurt’s mouth.
Kurt’s arm around Blaine’s shoulders tightens a little and he tilts his head away. “No, I really shouldn’t,” he says and rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling, his dimples appearing in his cheeks.
"Uh-huh, right," Blaine says, looking up at him from where he’s tucked against the curve of Kurt’s side on the couch in their living room. It’s the perfect size for snuggles, big enough for them both to fit as long as they’re pressed close together.
Burt and Carole left awhile ago to go back to their hotel room, the apartment noticeably quiet and calm after a whole day of celebrations, their living room smelling like the Christmas tree and their scented cinnamon candles.
"Come on." Blaine grins and puts the candy closer to Kurt’s mouth, because he knows his husband would never seriously say no to anything with sugar in it.
U+ Me = Us:
Being in a boy band is sometimes exactly like Blaine thought it would be and sometimes not what he expected at all. He figured there would be some embarrassing matching costumes, for example, and long hours of dance rehearsals. He thought it would be strict schedules and no you can’t eat that and yes you have to show up to the MTV Choice Awards.
He did not, however, ever expect to hear Sorry, Blaine, but you’re contractually obligated to not date your fellow band mate. The thing is, he signed that contract two days after the band was officially assembled, when he was fifteen and Kurt Hummel was only thirteen. How the heck were they supposed to know they’d fall madly in love someday?
A/N: Warning for character death (Finn)
Blaine stares at Kurt for a long moment before speaking. “Are you sure?” he asks softly.
Kurt doesn’t answer. The two of them stand in silence, staring at the building in front of them. Instrumental piano music rings out through the open door in front of them, the beautiful melody the perfect soundtrack to the beautiful spring day around them.
"If I go in there, it’ll be real," Kurt whispers, wrenching his gaze away from the building, it’s steeple rising above everything nearby. "It’ll be real and he’ll be gone."
"Kurt," Blaine says softly, reaching out and taking Kurt’s hand. Kurt’s engagement ring is warm against his skin and Blaine can’t help but trace his fingers over it gently. "It is real. Finn is gone and he’s not coming back."
Their fingers lace together and Kurt grips his hand tightly, clearly fighting back another round of tears. Blaine had hoped they’d at least make it through the service before breaking down again; he cries every time Kurt cries and Blaine’s not sure sometimes which is more overwhelming - Kurt’s grief or his own.
"We can’t hide from it, Kurt," Blaine gently reminds him.
Kurt nods, sniffling.
"I’ll be right there with you," he promises, and Kurt takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders.
Blaine’s never been more proud of him.
"I’ll be with you always," Blaine murmurs. He tugs on Kurt’s hand and pulls him close, letting go to slip an arm around Kurt’s waist. Kurt’s arm snakes around his shoulders as they walk inside.
"Always," Kurt replies, so quiet Blaine almost doesn’t hear him.
Quidditch: 99 Problems But a Snitch Ain’t One:
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw
If you’ve a steady mind,
Where those of wit and learning
Will always find their kind.
Blaine Anderson is not a fighter. Seriously, he’s a Huffelpuff and they’re not exactly known for being difficult or petty. No, they leave that to the other houses.
Kurt Hummel is also not a fighter. He’s a Ravenclaw and they’re not exactly known for being foolish or immature.
And yet together, Kurt and Blaine seem to be all of these things.
Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang:
It’s not like Blaine Anderson chose a life of crime. He was born into the mob family and when your dad is the mob boss, it’s not like you can just say, sorry, Pops, but I want to be an actor.
Plus, it’s not without its perks.
Namely, a lounge singer called Porcelain, the most beautiful man Blaine has ever seen. And if being in the mob is what it takes to keep Porcelain’s eye, then Blaine will stay in it for as long as he needs to.