As I give you this ring, so I give you my heart.

Hi! I'm Melissa. I'm an unashamed lover of Harry Potter, Glee, Doctor Who, Days of Our Lives, Sherlock, Daniel Radcliffe, Darren Criss, Chris Colfer, Klaine, WilSon, and some other stuff thrown in. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce is the hottest character to ever grace the fictional world. Also, I'm an unapologetic fan of the NY Mets.

Things to know about me: Pride and Prejudice is my favorite book, The Wizard of Oz has always been my favorite movie, Les Miserables is my favorite Broadway show, and I don't remember life before Harry Potter. My main ships are: Kurt/Blaine (Glee); Will/Sonny (Days of Our Lives); Luke/Reid (As the World Turns); Ron/Hermione (Harry Potter); Doctor/River (Doctor Who); and basically every ship in the Buffyverse.

Also, feel free to browse through my pages and to ask me stuff or talk to me. I promise I don't bite!

****Not a spoiler free blog****

(P.S. - WilSon gif from willxsonny and Klaine gif from scrunchydarren)

daltoneering:

alianne asked: Klaine, #10 … pinning the other against a wall

“I swear to God, Blaine, you go near my cheesecake one more time and I will annihilate you!”

Kurt flung his bag down onto the kitchen chair, blood boiling and legs aching and absolutely fucking exhausted, and glared at his husband. His husband, who was currently licking cream cheese off his fingers as surreptitiously as possible, all the while trying to stare him down defiantly.

“It’s not your cheesecake, Kurt, it was just a cheesecake that was in the fridge. I would think that I would be allowed to eat something out of my own refrigerator without having to fucking ask permission first!”

Kurt sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his hair. “Is there any left?”

“…No?”

“Fuck!”

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thehouseofthebrave asked: The bartenders were the ones in suspenders and bow ties. Blaine is a bartender at that bar. Go.

whatstheproblembaby:

"Hey, sweet thing, you look like you could use a drink."

Kurt rolls his eyes at the terrible line, breaking away from his conversation with Rachel to face the bartender. “Is that really how they’re teaching the bartenders to upsell drinks now? I’ve heard better lines from pre-pubescent boys.”

"But can pre-pubescent boys comp drinks for the hottest guy in this bar?" the bartender - Blaine, according to his nametag - says flirtatiously.

"You may have that going for you," Kurt allows, inclining his head slightly. He notices Blaine’s eyes widen hungrily as more of his long, pale neck is exposed. "But I’ll be really impressed if you can guess what I want to drink."

"Easy," Blaine says, arrogant yet adorable. "Long Island Iced Tea. Just like you, it looks innocent, but packs one hell of a punch."

"Oooh, you are good,” Kurt purrs, leaning in seductively. He catches a whiff of Blaine’s cologne and has to consciously keep his poker face on, not wanting the hot bartender to know how truly attracted Kurt is so early in the game.

"That’s not the only thing I’m good at, baby," Blaine says, and God, his voice should not be allowed to go that low and smooth. “If you can wait fifteen minutes, my shift will end and I’ll be able to show off my dance moves, too.”

"I dunno, that’s kind of a long time," Kurt says coyly. He stirs his drink idly, batting his big blue eyes at Blaine and smirking internally at the dumbstruck look that appears on Blaine’s face. "How can I be sure it’ll be worth my while?"

"I saw you checking out my ass in the reflection from the lights as I bent over and got more ice out of the freezer. If you thought it looked good stationary, just imagine how well I can show it off on the dance floor.” Kurt chokes as Blaine says that, prompting Rachel to thump him hard on the back.

God, B, you can’t just say things like that,” Kurt says when he catches his breath. “Are you trying to kill me?”

"Hey, you’re the one who suggested we try some roleplay." Blaine shrugs, entirely unapologetic. "It’s not my fault I’m better at talking the talk than you."

"Oh, really?" Kurt says, arching an eyebrow. "We’ll see about that in bed later tonight."

"Says the man who came his brains out solely from my dirty talking last week," Blaine says smugly.

"Can you guys maybe not go into explicit detail about your sex life while I’m sitting right next to you?!” Rachel cuts in, slamming a hand on the bar to get their full attention. “God, it was already weird enough agreeing to play along with your little sexcapade, I did not need to hear about what gets Kurt off on top of it!”

"I think I need to get someone home," Kurt says, giving Blaine an apologetic look. "Raincheck until you get home tonight?"

"Done. I love you!"

"I love you, too," Kurt coos as he leaves, prompting an eye roll from Rachel.

"I don’t understand how you two are somehow incredibly kinky and yet the oldest married couple I know," she says as they head for their bus stop.

"It’s a gift," Kurt teases, preening dramatically. Mentally, he’s already planning out how to surprise Blaine when he gets home. I did get that edible lube the other day

Tonight’s going to be a fun night, if Kurt has anything to say about it.

januarium:

The music, and the dancing, and the people, it’s all so good, but suddenly Kurt just needs to get Blaine alone. ~700 words of Pumpin’ Blood Klaine porn, NC17. Bathroom stall sex!

They dance mostly with other people, or rather with no one in particular, when they get to the club. Occasionally coming into each other’s orbit, a few sharp looks and they both know they’re playing the same game.

They’ve been here before, not often, but Blaine falls in love easily, so of course a couple of trips is all it takes to make it his favourite new place. Bringing everyone else here feels good, opening the experience. Watching Rachel sing and dance and lead everyone after her amazing opening night feels right.

Blaine is taking a break from the floor, sitting with Santana which people all around, and when Kurt sees them he just throws himself on them. The music is pumping and it all feels so good, people touching him, him touching them, feeling the smooth bare skin of Santana’s leg, and the fabric of some guy’s pants. Someone is touching his chest - he has no idea who, and it feels amazing.

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Glitter [Kurt/Blaine] R

trufflemores:

5x17, “Opening Night” reaction fic.

Kurt and Blaine at the gay bar several weeks prior to the Opening Night scene.  Slow-simmer and nothing explicit, but references to explicit material.

~2,300 words

Also available on ffnet and AO3.

“I can’t believe you’re wearing body glitter right now,” Kurt said, voice husky and face heavily shadowed in the dim lighting of the bar, every sharp angle still jutting out in perfect relief.  It was taking every ounce of Blaine’s will power not to kiss him until they were both drunk on it, rutting together until the warm simmer in his stomach was fiercer and lower and more focalized. 

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slightestwind:

prompt: reaction fic for 5x17 where kurt and blaine turn into horny little exhibitionists when they go to their favorite gay club. aka semi-public frottage.

Kurt has that look on his face, the one that reminds Blaine a little too much of a cat about to pounce, when he leans in to brush his lips against Blaine’s ear and say, “Let’s go be reckless.”

Blaine flushes. He doesn’t have to ask what Kurt means, because they’ve been here plenty of times before, and have maybe developed a bit of a reputation for sneaking off and being reckless.

"We’re here for Rachel," Blaine reminds him, and Kurt laughs, tugging at each end of Blaine’s undone bow tie.

"Rachel’s on the swing being fed grapes by hunky shirtless men. I don’t think she’ll mind if we disappear for a little bit, sweetheart."

"I thought that only happened in movies…" Blaine says, trailing off because Kurt’s already leading him over to the booth in the corner - the one tucked just out of sight of the dance floor.

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endofadream:

anonymous prompted: so after watching that gay bar scene, all i could think of was blaine giving kurt a lap dance in front of all their friends but everyone is a little tipsy but kurt and blaine don’t even care because they’re too into it heyooo *u*

“Hey, stud.”

Kurt’s still working through the beginning of his buzz, letting it mingle with the earlier rush over Rachel’s opening night. He’d thought he’d be more jealous, honestly, seeing Rachel up there before him, but he hadn’t been, because Rachel deserves this, deserves every bit of praise heaped upon her from now until closing night.

He looks up from his seat on the couch, sees Blaine and his easy smile, loosened by alcohol and the excitement of the night. The lights of the club pass over his face in streaks of color, and Kurt wants him. God, he wants him.

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Fic: Try To Walk Away

alianne:

anonymous prompted:klaine disagreeing about the night before the wedding issue: not seeing each other until the ceremony as tradition VS. shenanigans (not being able to sleep alone and sneaking out to see the other, etc!)

This was gonna be a silly little thing, so of course the boys insisted on having feelings and getting naked. Anyway, enjoy!

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“Are you serious?” Kurt stares at him wide-eyed, the fork with a piece of cheesecake suspended in mid-air halfway to his mouth.

Blaine shrugs. “Yeah. I mean. It’s tradition.”

Kurt lowers his hand, shaking his head emphatically. “It’s a stupid tradition. And we’re not doing it.”

“Please, Kurt?” Blaine pouts at him, blinking his eyes with those ridiculously long lashes. “It’s just one night.”

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spinmybowtie:

NYC Fiances + Mirror Sex WOOO! I wrote this out quickly so I apologize for any errors. ~1300 words. They switch, if in case that’s a thing to warn for.

The first time he notices it, Blaine doesn’t say anything. Well, nothing useful, anyway. It’s kind of hard to form coherent thoughts when Kurt is riding him into oblivion. 

The angle is off, but if Blaine turns his head a certain way, he can see Kurt’s thighs and the swell of his ass as he rolls his hips. Blaine gasps for air as he watches Kurt slam down hard while their moans echo through the blessedly empty loft. It’s a little distracting, and Blaine falls out of rhythm until Kurt whines above him. He focuses, grabs Kurt’s hips and plants his feet, and fucks up into him until they’re both sweaty and spent. 

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alilactree:

5x14 reaction fic. NC-17

I miss morning sex.

He gets the text while he’s still in bed, stretched out on his stomach and trying to pretend that the sun isn’t as bright as it is. He misses it too. He misses Blaine’s breakfasts and having coffee freshly ground and pressed. He’s glad for the space, and he’s glad they’re being so careful and smart. But he misses him.

He lifts his face from the pillow, squints against the morning glare and grabs his phone from the nightstand.

You can still have it. And then tell me all about it ;)

Blaine’s reply is immediate, and Kurt can just picture him, already up and dressed and gelled, bouncing around the apartment with more cheerful energy than anyone has a right to have first thing in the morning. Kurt smiles to himself at the image.

You know what mean.

I do. I miss you too.

He taps out the message, finally heaves himself out of bed and stumbles to the kitchen. Pulls down a box of cereal, a bowl, the cold milk from the fridge. Sits down and pours it all out, then sighs when he realizes he didn’t get a spoon.

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Insecurities

cakerbee:

Summary: Tiny reaction ficlet to Blaine’s insecurities in tonight’s episode, Tested. Kind of a post-conversation conversation? Really just taking what Blaine and Kurt talked about at the end of the episode and continuing it to get a better resolution.

It isn’t until later that it really hits Kurt.

It’s after they’ve had their conversation, and after Kurt let Blaine cry on his shoulder, and after Kurt led them both back to the bedroom, and after Kurt peeled off Blaine’s clothes layer by layer, kissing his whole body and showing him just how much he’s loved, and after Kurt has made sure that Blaine is taken care of before he takes care of himself.

I don’t like the way I feel about myself, Kurt, okay?

I feel insecure around you.

I’m just scared that one day you’re going to wake up and say “I don’t love him anymore.”

And it’s that, combined with Blaine’s face when Kurt had brought up Eli earlier that week, that makes Kurt finally realize what’s going on with his fiancé.

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