16/05/13 @ 06:41pm
tagged as
■ fic rec
■ kill me now this is so good
■ klaine
■ otp: made for you
“You play beautifully,” Kurt said, standing at the edge of the piano. He’d watched him on and off all night, the ridiculously handsome pianist hired for the launch party.
“Thank you so much,” the man replied, offering up a 1,000-watt smile. “Do you have any requests?”
“Oh, I… maybe a standard? It feels like an Irving Berlin night.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
He edged in closer as the pianist finished a bright classical piece Kurt could not place. After a short pause, he heard the first melancholy notes of “What’ll I Do.”
Kurt raised one eyebrow and leaned in. “That kind of Irving Berlin night, is it?”
“You wanted something with more pep? Maybe ‘Steppin’ Out with My Baby?’ Or—”
“No, this is lovely. Sad, but lovely.”
The man smiled again and said, “Then I won’t sing. If you’re sad now, the lyrics will really do you in.”
“I know. It always makes me miss someone.”
“The one that got away?”
“No. The one I haven’t met yet.”
“I know what you mean. It’s like feeling homesick for a place you’ve never been, missing someone you know you’re meant to love.”
Kurt moved two steps closer and let the party fade into the background as he listened to the haunting song. More than once he caught the man gazing at him, after which he would smile and look down at the keys.
Halfway through the song he man said, “I’m not usually this forward, but all night I hoped you’d come over and talk to me.”
Kurt took a deep breath. “Perhaps it’s the hour, or the liquid courage, but I must tell you—some of the best New York stories start like this.”
“At a party in SoHo at two in the morning, soundtrack by Irving Berlin?” the man teased.
“A talented artist meets a handsome stranger—”
“Ah, that story. I’m flattered you think I’m talented, and you… you are most definitely handsome.”
Kurt blushed, something he thought he’d given up along with his Broadway dreams and romantic, cinematic fantasies about love and destiny. “No, that’s… you’re the handsome stranger in this scenario.”
“Nope. I think I got it right,” he said, all flirt and sincerity. He finished the song, and then said, ”So what happens next?”
“Hmm?”
“In the story?”
Kurt glanced toward the piano bench, and the man nodded. He sat down next to him and said, “Is it too early in the season for a Christmas song?”
“More Berlin? Only if you sing it with me.”
Kurt nodded. “I’m Kurt, by the way. Kurt Hummel.”
Their eyes locked; there was no handshake.
“Blaine Anderson,” he replied, holding Kurt’s gaze. “It’s lovely to meet you… finally.”
“Likewise.”
29/04/13 @ 05:48pm
tagged as
■ This fic man I can't anymore
■ fic rec
■ otp: Like Lovers
■ crisscolfer
Author: intoapuddle
Word count: ~6,100 words
Rated: NC-17
Overall summary: College AU in which Joey and Darren end up at the same party as one Chris Colfer. Pairing: CrissColfer (warnings: drunk-sex/mild dub-con)
This chapter’s summary: Explanations.
Darren/Blaine. AU in which Darren is a 26 year old musician and Blaine is a 17 year old fanboy.
Warnings: age difference, virgin!Blaine.
I am an idiot, Blaine thinks as he stands outside the small club, clutching his wool dress coat around himself.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. He’d known about the tour for months. He’d made plans with some nice sounding people that he’d found on the meet up forums—they hadn’t asked him too many questions about his age or his name, and that was enough to make him comfortable. It was just a car ride, right? Just a short three hour car ride, and it would be okay, and he had a cell phone and he had pepper spray.
It turns out that they were more interested in getting drunk and watching the opening act than anything else. By the time Darren had taken the stage they’d been a mess, so unruly that Blaine hadn’t even been able to stand with them anymore. He decided to enjoy the show by himself and meet up with them after.
In typical Darren style, though, the show had run late, and even though the guys he’d driven up with had said they wanted to stay after and meet Darren, they were gone before Darren even made it out the back to sign autographs.
So he’s freezing, in a city he has no familiarity with, in a place he shouldn’t be (his parents are going to kill him), alone, and—and by the time he stops freaking out, he realizes that the crowd has dissipated and that Darren is gone.
05/04/13 @ 04:57pm
tagged as
■ Pretty babies and their big confessions
■ Ilu
■ Seblaine
■ Fic rec
■ Perfect
untitled seblaine fic/drabble // in which they’ll get to the problems later
rating: pg-13
word count: ~2,000
summary: Sebastian calls Blaine, drunk and asking strange questions. (A/N: I like to think Sebastian is more practical and grown up than he seems, at least when it comes to important things like his future, his emotions… and Blaine :P.)a little angsty at first? then fluff? ho hum?Blaine’s just gotten settled in front of his laptop with his last cup of tea for the night when his phone buzzes on his bedside table. He gently puts the hot mug down and swaps it for the phone, his eyebrows jumping up a little when he sees that it’s Sebastian calling. It’s past midnight Friday night and no doubt Sebastian is out at a bar or a party.
Blaine has received a few drunken calls from Sebastian since they started talking again. Usually they entail Sebastian telling him how great the party is and that Blaine needs to come and dance with him, so Blaine isn’t too surprised when the first thing he hears is music and loud chatter in the background.
“Hello?”
04/04/13 @ 08:42pm
tagged as
■ Just found this fic and I am hoocked
■ This is just perfect
■ Fic rec
■ Klaine
■ Klaine!au
Summary: In an alternate universe where all humans are empaths, Kurt Hummel is the odd one out. Registering at a mere 0.5 on the Hawkins Scale of Empathic Sensitivity, Kurt has resigned himself to a lonely life, empty of touch or true love. That is, until the mysterious Blaine Anderson transfers to McKinley, and everything Kurt thought he knew was changed. But finding love is never easy, even in a world where everyone’s emotions are shared. This is the story of the boy who could not feel, and the boy who felt too much.
@ 07:46pm
tagged as
■ I love this fic so much
■ The build-up . The characterization. The smut (oh god the amut I may have fainted on occasions).
■ Just perfect
■ Bp!Blaine
■ Fic rec
■ Klaine
Title: I Want Your Love
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 (Really NC-17)
Word Count: 23k
Warnings: BP!Blaine, oral, frotting, toys, fingering, 69-ing, PIV, intercrural, age difference, begging, innocence, desperation, and dirty talk.
Summary: Blaine is in his first-year at NYADA when he meets Kurt Hummel, 24-years-old and a dance instructor. Along the way, they become friends, fall in love, and have lots of sex.
Notes: Link to prompt on the glee_kink_meme. Posted in full under the cut for archive purposes. /o\
@ 05:25pm
tagged as
■ Oh my god
■ I just . Tears like everywhere
■ Fic rec
■ Blaine centric
■ Klaine
■ Kind of
■ The Hummel-Hudson being amazing
■ And just perfect
Prompt: Blaine doesn’t expect anyone to show up for him at any of the end of the year senior activities (Senior Awards Assembly, Senior Family Breakfast, etc) and no one does. He’s overwhelmed when someone(s) makes it a point to celebrate him on graduation day.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to write!
31/03/13 @ 07:03am
tagged as
■ Best Drarry fic ever !!
■ The plot and the characterization and the logic behind the magic and just
■ I love it
■ Drarry
■ Fic rec
■ Otp: protege moi
9 Chapters | NC-17 | Complete
Drama | Romance | Mystery | Eighth Year
Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There’s only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.
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This was so incredible I can’t even begin to describe how much I absolutely loved it! The slow build up to Harry and Draco’s romance, the fantastic plot and subplots, characteristics, freaking everything! I am freaking out here, it was so good! I completely forgot the word count was on 96k I just kept on reading, and I’m horrible at reading fics on more than 50k! I had me from the beginning, I just never wanted it to stop. This was one of the most original fics I’ve ever read. I just don’t know what to say. Congratulations, faithwood for completely blowing my mind away. And I just loved every single character! Harry, Draco, Ginny, Lavender, Parvati, Hermione, Ron everyone! I’ll just shut up now and tell you to read it! So yes, go, read, do not miss this fine piece of perfection. Favorite.
klaine + summer + bath + smut (⊙‿⊙✿)
1600+ words
Kurt grimaces uncomfortably as he reaches the top of the stairs, a glass of iced tea in each hand and sweat already beading across his forehead from the few minutes it took for him to walk to the kitchen and back.
It’s the kind of weather that’s painful to be upright in. Any limb touching any other part of his body quickly spiking with angry heat, and thoughts of colour coordination and layering abandoned for shorts and a tank top; hair lank and damp, and pretty perfectly representing the way he’s currently feeling from head to bare toe.
He steps into his bedroom, ice clinking in the glasses, and stops at the threshold to laugh.
It’s a sleepover, but a little bit more
or, a first for Blaine and Sam
pairing: Blaine/Sam
word count: 600
warnings: just boy kissing
It’s late; the kind of late that makes everything seem surreal, where all sense of time is forgotten and everything seems a thousand times more funny than it actually is. Blaine ignores the fogginess in the back of his brain, the way his eyes want to droop because Sam is beside him, sprawled out across the bed, his pajama pants hugging his ass and his shirt riding up above his waistband.
A little bird dropped a hint in my ear about something a certain someone asked for last night, so here you go. ;)
Warnings for: overstimulation, prostate play, and phone sex.
It happens for two reason: he has the house to himself and Kurt is teasing the hell out of him over the phone.
The first thing he’d done when his parents went out, of course, was invite Kurt over, but Kurt is grounded (something about wallpaper samples and Burt’s man cave and Kurt won’t go into any more detail than that) and is sneaking the phone call as it is, so they don’t want to push it.
Blaine has always had a habit of idly touching himself when he talks to Kurt over the phone; half of the time it isn’t even sexual or meant to lead to anything, it’s just a security blanket kind of thing, one hand tucked over himself and every now and then he’ll give himself a little squeeze.
It’s quite another thing when Kurt’s voice is low and rough in his ear, when they’re talking about the last time they’d been able to be alone in cut off sentences and breathy whines.
prompt (via: alittledizzy): Chris Colfer/Joey Richter
The first time Joey realized that there was, maybe, something more between them than just a mutual friendship was at a party - or, well, it was a few days after the party.
Darren had invited everyone, and Joey had gone to hide for a while in his room, finding Chris there, curled up on a beanbag chair, as he flicked through something on his phone.
At his entrance, Chris looked up in surprise and started to move to stand, but Joey stopped him.
“No need, man,” he assured him, walking over to his bed and plopping down. “Mind if I keep ya company for a while?”
Chris smiled, “Go ahead.”
@ 04:57pm
tagged as
■ Fic rec
■ Crisscolfer
■ This is making me feel all warn and fuzzy inside
i wrote about darren being sick and chris taking care of him because i’m sick and it’s making me feel better
~1600 words
Darren is sick.
He’s not entirely comfortable admitting that but he’s gone through about two bottles of cough syrup in three days (which probably isn’t healthy) and whatever is kicking his ass just won’t let up. The fever comes and goes throughout the day and he’s got bursts of time where, despite his inability to breathe through his nose and his throat being raw and scratchy, he feels fine. And then it comes back and knocks him on his ass for a good three hours, leaving him breathing heavily through his mouth and drooling all over himself as he dozes off every five minutes.
Klaine AU | something catches Blaine’s eyes in the cafeteria
[if someone writes something for it, you can find it here] [other AUs]
“Are you kidding me?” Tina asks, raising her ankle up onto the bar and stretching out. “You’re the co-captain of the Cheerios and you’re crushing on some mysterious angel you saw when you were charming the dinner ladies to sneak more tots?”
“I said elven, not angelic,” Blaine snaps, eyes softening as he thinks of the pretty boy again, ankle slipping back to the floor as he leans on the bar, up on his elbows, dreaming into the wall. “Though both work. He was like nothing I’ve ever seen, Tay-Tay. If I’d seen him around before, I’d recognise him.”
“There’s only one boy I know who fits that description, and he’s close to the girl you say was with him,” Tina says, and Blaine perks up happily, eager to hear who the mysterious boy was. “They’re a pair of glee club kids, mostly keep themselves to themselves to avoid the bullying. Mercedes Jones and Kurt Hummel, inseparable. I don’t blame you, he is really cute. I’d say more of a pixie, but he’s not really my type.”
“Well we all know your type is football players who dance and have their shirt off at any available opportunity,” Blaine teases, nudging her in the side. “Do you happen to know where I could find them?”
“It’s lunchtime, so probably eating in the auditorium to avoid getting milk and ketchup thrown at them,” Tina answers with a shrug. “Oh, don’t look so shocked, Blaine, we all know the way the social hierarchy in this school works. I don’t like it, you don’t like it, but there’s nothing we can do to change it. Just go gaze at him from afar and try to find the guts to ask him out. Just, do me a favour, don’t serenade this one with an inappropriate song about sex toys in a crowded GAP in the middle of the day.”
Blaine colours and shouts, “That was one time!” back over his shoulder to his giggling friend as he hitches his bag over his shoulder and strides purposefully towards the auditorium.
Kurt and Mercedes are sitting on the stage, swinging their legs lazily back and forth and eating out of the bowl of curly fries between them. Kurt’s talking, waving his hands to illustrate a point, and Blaine gazes openly and lovingly at him, hearing his sweet voice drifting up to where he’s standing, creeping closer in order to hear more.
When he walks down the stairs, footsteps echoing against the walls, they both look up and flinch at the sight of his uniform. “What are you here to do?” Kurt says, tone long-suffering. “Throw slushies at us? Get some jock friends and beat us up? Start another rumour?”
“Not all cheerleaders are like that, Kurt,” Blaine says softly, seeing Kurt stiffen when he says his name. “I actually came down here to ask if you wanted to get dinner and catch a movie with me, say, Saturday night? They’re showing When Harry Met Sally at the throwback theatre.”
“And how would your girlfriend feel about that, Anderson?” Kurt asks haughtily, condescension painted thick over his face. “This is just a set up to get me sent to hospital again, isn’t it? Just leave us alone.”
Both of them turn away from him, and Blaine’s left to wander the corridors alone with disappointment weighing heavy on his heart, wondering just how to convince Kurt that he’s serious.
