something-shorter said: Oooh found it! Kinda tempted to go for number 5, but I think that 37 is slightly more feasible! Will and Sonny, number 37 please :D
#37 meeting in prison au
"What you in for?"
Will always tried to ignore the speaker, but he knew that would only cause more problems in the long run. So he had a three ask rule. If they asked a third time he’d answer, but in that “what of it” kind of way.
"It’s the first thing they ask you in here, isn’t it? What you in for? They’re sizing you up, trying to work out what kind of person you are. If you’re the idiot who held up a store and got caught, or of you shot someone in cold blood."
Will looked up but said nothing.
"And you put on this air of not giving a damn, like everyone’s beneath you. But inside we’re all the same. Just trying to survive our days here."
"What you in for?" Will asked.
"Assault with a deadly weapon. My dad’s a lawyer, bargained me down from attempted murder."
"Attempted murder," Will said, breaking his own rule. "Shot Mom’s fiance on the day of their wedding."
"Guess you didn’t approve."
Will said nothing.
"It should have gone down as self-defence," the man continued. "But then who gives a damn about people like me?"
Will looked up and immediately wished he hadn’t as, in recognising what was said, he’d played his own hand. ”Advice,” he said carefully, “don’t broadcast that. Not in here. There are a few guys, there always is, but the rest of them? Just like they are out there.”
"Yeah, well, if you make it through in one piece you can thank me then."
Somewhere a guard barked out two names. Recognising his, Will got to his feet at the same time as the other guy did too.
"See you around, Kiriakis," Will said.
"See you around, Horton," he replied.
This “spoiler” about Blaine and Karofsky is more ridiculous than when it was reported that Kurt was moving to Russia. I’ve seen a lot of worried and angry fans over the past few days and this is my way of venting my feelings.
Drabble - Blaine wakes up after a bad dream.
Blaine’s eyes flew open and he bolted up in bed, gasping for breath. It was as though he had been laying in a bath, slowly drowning before he surfaced, desperate for oxygen. He was sweating; his skin felt clammy and he was too warm in his button up flannel pyjamas.
As the memories of his dream came into focus, the fog around his head shifting, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He glanced around the room in a panic and then down at Kurt, who was sleeping peacefully next to him, curled up with his arm resting on the now empty spot where Blaine had been laying. His heart skipped a beat, relief flooding his chest. It was just a dream.
Blaine took a deep breath and vowed never to drink again if it resulted in bad dreams that had his heart racing, pumping angrily in his chest.
He couldn’t remember too much about the dream; now he was awake, the details were fading away into the dark corners of his mind, only leaving him with a few fragmented memories and the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Inspired by the cuteness that is Blue Ivy as the VMAs, Papa Kurt is about to get the surprise of his life at the Tonys.
G, 970 words.
Kurt had to consciously keep himself from fidgeting in his seat. They were just about to announce his category at the Tonys – the freaking Tonys – and he was sure he was about to throw up on Rachel’s dress out of nerves.
“Babe. Calm down,” Rachel said from two seats away. She leaned across the empty seat and put a soothing hand on his knee. “You’ve got this on lock and you know it. Not a single one of those actors was as good as you, and I’m saying that as a seasoned professional, not just your best friend.”
“There have been upsets before, Rach!” Kurt hissed, trying not to draw attention to himself (for once). “And the other actors are good. Some of them have better songs than I do, too, and it is a musical category.”
“Oh my God, you need to-”
What Kurt needed to do got cut off as the cameramen signaled that they were back on air and Blaine took the stage. When they had gotten the call that the producers wanted Blaine to present Kurt’s category, they had laughed at the cute coincidence, but now Kurt was really wishing that Blaine was announcing anything else so he could be next to him during these stressful moments.
Blaine takes a dare while tipsy. What could go terribly wrong suddenly goes wonderfully right.
took some silly liberties with “kissed them as a distraction while stealing their wallet au” from this post
Blaine Devon Anderson is a good, upstanding citizen. He pays his bills on time, he holds doors open for people behind him, and he even saved a cat stuck in a tree once. Unfortunately, even after just one drink, his internal decision-maker starts to go slightly haywire.
Usually, it’s not a problem. He doesn’t drink often, and when he does, he’s with friends who keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. Like that one time he saw a guy subtly terrorizing some young women who were obviously not from the city and decided to solve the problem by punching him in the face. Sure, his intentions had been good, but he ended up getting knocked out in retaliation and was lucky not to be charged with anything. At least the girls were able to get out of that bar and, presumably, return to their hotel safely.
"Hey man, are you coming?"
Kurt and Blaine go through a box full of memories which leads them all the way back to their high school years.
[Thanks to Abbi for beta-reading <3]
“Can I show you something?” Kurt asks one evening as he walks over to the couch, carrying a big-sized shoebox in his arms.
Blaine tears his eyes away from the TV, brows arching a little. “Hm?”
Kurt sits down next to him, carefully placing the box onto his lap. “My memory box.”
Blaine shuffles closer, resting his chin on Kurt’s shoulder. “Oh gosh, when did you make that?”
xohrhchriscolfer prompted: klaine showering together because kurt thinks it will save time/hot water in the mornings, but blaine can’t keep his hands to himself and kurt’s getting frustrated like “seriously blaine I SAID NO FUNNY BUSINESS”
Blaine yawns again and nuzzles at Kurt’s shoulder, sliding his fingers just underneath Kurt’s fuzzy robe to grip at his hip. “Mmm, and why did you drag me out of bed for shower sex again?”
"I said for showering, Blaine. Not shower sex. This way we’re saving water and we don’t have to fight over one of us using too much hot water—”
"It’s you," Blaine supplies helpfully. "You’re the one who always uses too much hot water."
"Anyway," Kurt says loudly, "there’s no reason we can’t just share a shower and get clean together. Other couples do it all the time, don’t they?"
Blaine strokes his fingers over Kurt’s bare skin, tilting his chin up to give Kurt a considering look. “The tub is pretty small, though. Are you sure we’re not going to have sex?”
anon prompted: Can you write something where Kurt and Blaine realize that they can see the couple across the street from them get it on and they accidentally get into some sort of voyeuristic competition with them?
[Kudos to my amazing beta reader Caroline <3]on AO3
Kurt is so ready for a lazy evening in bed, cuddling up next to his newlywed husband and letting something random on the TV wash over him. Today’s shift at the diner had been pure hell and even now his legs and feet are still aching. He drags himself over to their bed, only having thrown on a fresh pair of underwear and a shirt after his shower, falling into what can only be described as heaven. Soft-cushioned, good smelling heaven.
“So, today’s cuddle night?”
Pairing: Will & Sonny
Warning: No beta
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: To assume makes an ass out of U & me. Will isn’t as ok and supportive of his cousin’s affair as Sonny thought.
Kurt and Blaine are back in Lima to visit Burt and Carole for the weekend. Jen wanted Kurt being a car-sleeper, and my mind went from there.
“Five bucks says he’s out before the first rest stop,” Burt declared, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he caught Blaine in a hug.
anonymous prompted: Maybe you could write Kurt and Blaine having sex like Kev and V like all giggly and stupid innuendos and just fucking around???????
“God—how is riding dick not an Olympic sport yet?” Blaine pants, tossing his head back with a labored groan. The heels of his palms press hard into Kurt’s chest, his nails digging deep enough to have Kurt sucking in a sharp breath as he looks up, watching the slack-tighten of Blaine’s pleasure-lined face.
He can’t help but snort out a laugh, arching up. Their skin smacks together with a slick-sharp crack and they both groan. These are the things Blaine says sometimes in bed, things like observations or jokes or banter about their sex life, and often Kurt is left wondering whether or not Blaine was actually serious or in some endorphin-addled state.