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)


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


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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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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Happy in sync married Couple Klaine

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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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klaine in “opening night”

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