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Fic: So Simple In The Moonlight

fleurdelisee:

Rating: NC-17
Word count: 9,000+
Summary: Kurt has never been kissed and he’s fine with it. Most of the time. But then, his coworkers take him out for his twenty-first birthday and there’s a (gorgeous) stranger who kisses him to get away from a guy who just won’t understand that he’s interested.

Author’s note: For the wonderful Jen, my favourite little pineapple, who sent me a prompt that was basically the entire plot for this. A big, big, gigantic thank you to Adri for kicking my ass and telling me to stop being lazy and write what needs to be written instead of skipping over it.

Also, fuck canon, Blaine is the same age than Kurt in this. It’s just simpler that way.

The title is from Lua by Bright Eyes, but it is in no way representative of the level of angst present in this fic. Don’t panic.

The music is loud and thumping, every vibration rattling in his ribcage and shaking his very soul; everywhere around him, bodies are undulating and pressing together and then away, over and over again and Kurt wishes he were anywhere but here. He’d take Rachel crying because of a break-up over this club.

“There you go, birthday boy!” one of his friend shouts over the music as she shoves a bright blue drink at him. He nearly drops it; it’s the fourth one of the evening and his fingers feel numb and clumsy.

“You really didn’t have to,” he replies, repeating the same words for the hundredth time that day.

“Where’s the fun in having a baby working with us if we can’t even take him out to get hammered on his twenty-first birthday?” She pinches his cheek and then she’s gone, disappearing in the mass of bodies with a whoop indicative of the number of shots she already had.

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Falling Fast (Age Difference!Klaine Fic)

elena-damons:

Summary: Kurt Hummel has an irrational fear of flying and is convinced that he’s not going to survive his first flight. That is until he’s seated next to Blaine Anderson, a 36 year old lawyer who ends up being there for Kurt in ways that both of them certainly aren’t expecting.

(Warning for Age Difference. Kurt is 21, Blaine is 36.)

Word Count: 9,644

I’m not even going to tell you how long this took for me to write. It was originally inspired by this, and was supposed to be a short and sweet little ficlet. But, as you can see by the word count, things didn’t exactly go the way I planned.

I also hit 2,000 followers today, and I feel like I owed it to not only myself, but to all the amazing people that read my fic, to finish this thing. So here it is!

This fic would be collecting dust in my drafts had it not been for Erica, Spencer, Ali, and Corey for encouraging me to keep writing it even though most of the time I felt like it was a lost cause. I love you guys. <3

[EDIT: Apparently I messed up a lot of stuff in regards to airplanes but in my opinion, that stuff doesn’t really matter in terms of what’s going on in the story so just ignore the fact that Kurt uses his cellphone and all the other things I screwed up, k?]

"This is the final boarding call for flight 76C to Las Vegas. Please proceed to gate 2 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes time. I repeat, this is the final boarding call for flight 76C to Las Vegas. Please-"

Kurt can’t breathe, hand tightly gripping the strap of his carry-on as he stands in front of the second gate, eyes wide. He watches in quiet terror as people push past to get through, none of them seeming to have a care in the world other than getting to the plane on time. Some have small children, others are with family, and some are simply alone. Every time someone new appears, Kurt’s heart beats even harder in his chest.

You are putting yourself in so much danger, he thinks. You are putting the people you love at risk. How can you act like nothing is wrong? Are you really that dumb?

He shakes his head at himself. No, you’re the one being dumb, Kurt. People travel on planes all the time. You’re the one with the fear of flying, not them.

He wishes he had someone there with him like most of those people do; someone to talk to and confide in, someone to comfort him when he gets scared- he knows it’s inevitable- and make him feel better. But he doesn’t have that person, and even if he did, he’d probably be too embarrassed to want to confide in or talk to them about this at all. He’s 21 years old and is absolutely terrified of airplanes. Needless to say, it’s not something he’s very proud of.

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Here’s What I’m Here For

klaineficsaplenty:

Author: whenidance

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 10,941

Summary: Five years after graduation, Rachel and Kurt run into a billboard with Blaine’s face on it in Times Square. They sneak in to watch him rehearse (because, hey, it’s not the first time they’ve broken into Gershwin) hoping to rekindle the friendship they once had, and for Kurt, maybe a little more.

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Pornspam: Klaine, NC-17, To Shake The Pride Of Angels

the-cimmerians:

Title: To Shake The Pride of Angels
Author: Cimmerians
Fandom/Pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex
Word Count: 14,149
Summary: AU, Kurt and Blaine have never met. Until they do.

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he inhaled his scent. he smelled of (ingredient 1), (ingredient 2) and something undefinable, that was uniquely (name of buttsex partner)

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-  every single fanfiction uploaded in the last two years oh my god  (via brood-of-froods)

i’m still bitter about spectrum and sweet!

If You Don’t Cheat — A Glee Fic

lurkdusoleil:

Title: If You Don’t Cheat (1/2)
Pairing: Klaine
Rating: NC17 
Words: 4400/??? (WIP)
Warnings/Kinks (overall): D/s scenes and eventual lifestyle, voyeurism, masturbation, painplay, bondage, edging, oversensitivity, flogging (with a crop), fucking up expectations of topping and bottoming in regards to dominance and submission.
Summary: If you don’t cheat, you don’t care enough.

A/N: This is the sequel to Load the Dice. I got so many requests for a continuation, and so here it is. I hope you enjoy it, despite its unbeta’d state. The next part will be up as soon as it is written! Thanks to those who popped in on the livestream to watch me write and support what was being written!

Kurt’s not much of a gambling man. He doesn’t play poker, he doesn’t watch races or sports, he doesn’t go to casinos and play the slots. And he doesn’t gamble with himself, much of the time.

Blaine is certainly changing that.

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Grey update: now complete

klaineficspdfs:

klaineficspdfs:

Title: Grey

Author:  rainjoy

Rating: NC-17

Summary:  Everyone’s got to learn. Sequel to All the Other Ghosts.

Pairing:  Klaine

Status:  complete

Chapters:  34

Download .pdf:  [x]

Download ePub:  [x]

Please stop spamming us with requests :-)

alexwishington:

based on this
au in which Klaine were middle school boyfriends until Kurt moved. They’re reconnected again during a college party.

Blaine Anderson understands that most eleven year olds don’t know what true love is, but he’s not like most eleven year olds. The thing is that he’s already found his soulmate. Beautiful, wonderful Kurt Hummel, who has hair as soft as his favorite cashmere blend sweater and eyes as blue as the ocean.  Kurt was the most prettiest, nicest, amazing boy in Blaine’s fifth grade class and Blaine loved him. Kurt let him hold his hand and shared his sandwiches with Blaine, and gave Blaine sweet kisses on his cheek and he is so in love with this boy.

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Fic: And Learn to See

chiasmuslovesme:

And Learn to See
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
AU future fic - set about twenty years into a future in which Kurt and Blaine haven’t met. Until they do.
Word count: 5,100

Summary: Kurt has a store cat, a few loyal celebrity clients, and a retail clerk who’s a little terrified of him. He doesn’t want for anything.

Notes: This story was made much better, and given a title beyond “boutique fic - doc,” by damnpene - thank you!

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On a tree-lined block of Elizabeth Street in Soho stands a quiet boutique with a simple sign out front. Kurt Hummel, Men’s Clothing. It’s been there for over ten years now: one of a few high-end boutiques on this block at first, now surrounded by flashier neighbors, stores with big plate-glass windows facing the street and no one behind the counter who could tell a half-Windsor from a four-in-hand. The sort of people who shop in those stores might peer in the window at Kurt Hummel, but they keep on walking. Which is fine with Kurt Hummel, men’s clothing designer.

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on my heart just like a tattoo

chatterboxrose:

some tattoo!klaine for aerobicblaine because of this post and its tags 

alternative meeting, blaine is a guy at kurt’s gym with amazing tattoo sleeves that interest kurt and when Kurt goes to get a tattoo of his own - guess who he finds? 

also if someone draws art for this I’d love you forever

Kurt hated the gym.

Of course he liked to stay fit. He had his own stationary bike at his dad’s house that he liked to use and mostly did work out video tapes, but after moving into the loft with Rachel (and shortly after, Santana) neither of these things were possible. His bike was back home and they didn’t have the room in the apartment for it now and he couldn’t safely do his work out tapes without fear of embarrassment from Santana. So Kurt was forced into joining a gym so he didn’t get too out of shape.

Which he still hated.

Gyms were so public, after all. Anyone could look over and watch him sweat and get out of breath and it was just awkward. Then there was the fear of being measured up to all the more fit bodies around him. Highly muscled men lifting weights in the corner or even women with toned stomachs that were working out closer to him. Kurt didn’t know what everyone was thinking of him, the slightly scrawny gay kid biking or running on a treadmill.

Kurt almost didn’t go often enough to really rationalize paying for the membership at first, because he hated it so much - until one day when he saw him.

Him being a shorter, trim man with muscular arms that weren’t too beefy or over the top who liked to work on cardio.

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I wanna be free, I wanna be loved

chatterboxrose:

Well, princehummel sent me this photo and said “let’s talk about kurt with this tattoo right here or something like it" so of course I did the thing. 

This is one part tattoo fic, other part artist!blaine and one more part alternative meeting. I hope you enjoy it and there are more links in the fic by some amazing tattoo artists <3 

Kurt meets Blaine during his first week in New York. And he’s pretty sure Blaine absolutely hates him at first because he walks right over the chalk art he’s drawing on the sidewalk. 

"Hey, watch it!" 

Kurt starts when he hears the voice coming from below him. He’d been jogging, but his one earbud had fallen out of his right ear a while back and he didn’t want to stop his pace to fix it. 

He looks down, realizes that he’s standing on something colorful and jumps back a little. Then his eyes travel to the voice that had spoken, which ends up belonging to Blaine. 

Blaine is balanced on his knees, which have bulky knee pads over a pair of ratty jeans and his hands and upper arms are covered in chalk of different colors. He’s frowning up at Kurt. 

"I’m - I’m sorry," he says, looking back down at the rather large mural that Blaine had been drawing out. "I was just - stuck in my own world. Sorry." Kurt pauses and really takes in what Blaine is drawing. It’s a myriad of bright colors, swirling together in no apparent pattern until Kurt realizes that it’s a hummingbird made entirely out of slashes of color.

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Inside this tattooed body

hazelandglasz:

Inspired by this astounding manip

Tattoo!artist Kurt

Not canon after the Break up

"When am I going to see you, bud ?"

"Whenever you come to see me here, Dad ?"

There is a smile in his voice - at least he’s smiling. “I’ll try to come around next week-end, but —”

"But ?"

"But New York is far away, Kurt !"

"Dad —" his voice is trailing off on the vowel, stretching to maximum "annoyed" capacity.

"I know, I know" Burt chuckles, "it’s not like you’re one the other side of the country but still — it’s a different world, you gotta admit that" he adds.

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I think fanfiction is literature and literature, for the most part, is fanfiction, and that anyone that dismisses it simply on the grounds that it’s derivative knows fuck-all about literature and needs to get the hell off my lawn.
Most of the history of Western literature (and probably much of non-Western literature, but I can’t speak to that) is adapted or appropriated from something else. Homer wrote historyfic and Virgil wrote Homerfic and Dante wrote Virgilfic (where he makes himself a character and writes himself hanging out with Homer and Virgil and they’re like “OMG Dante you’re so cool.” He was the original Gary Stu). Milton wrote Bible fanfic, and everyone and their mom spent the Middle Ages writing King Arthur fanfic. In the sixteenth century you and another dude could translate the same Petrarchan sonnet and somehow have it count as two separate poems, and no one gave a fuck. Shakespeare doesn’t have a single original plot—although much of it would be more rightly termed RPF—and then John Fletcher and Mary Cowden Clarke and Gloria Naylor and Jane Smiley and Stephen Sondheim wrote Shakespeare fanfic. Guys like Pope and Dryden took old narratives and rewrote them to make fun of people they didn’t like, because the eighteenth century was basically high school. And Spenser! Don’t even get me started on Spenser.
Here’s what fanfic authors/fans need to remember when anyone gives them shit: the idea that originality is somehow a good thing, an innately preferable thing, is a completely modern notion. Until about three hundred years ago, a good writer, by and large, was someone who could take a tried-and-true story and make it even more awesome. (If you want to sound fancy, the technical term is imitatio.) People were like, why would I wanna read something about some dude I’ve never heard of? There’s a new Sir Gawain story out, man! (As to when and how that changed, I tend to blame Daniel Defoe, or the Modernists, or reality television, depending on my mood.)
I also find fanfic fascinating because it takes all the barriers that keep people from professional authorship—barriers that have weakened over the centuries but are nevertheless still very real—and blows right past them. Producing literature, much less circulating it, was something that was well nigh impossible for the vast majority of people for most of human history. First you had to live in a culture where people thought it was acceptable for you to even want to be literate in the first place. And then you had to find someone who could teach you how to read and write (the two didn’t necessarily go together). And you needed sufficient leisure time to learn. And be able to afford books, or at least be friends with someone rich enough to own books who would lend them to you. Good writers are usually well-read and professional writing is a full-time job, so you needed a lot of books, and a lot of leisure time both for reading and writing. And then you had to be in a high enough social position that someone would take you seriously and want to read your work—to have access to circulation/publication in addition to education and leisure time. A very tiny percentage of the population fit those parameters (in England, which is the only place I can speak of with some authority, that meant from 500-1000 A.D.: monks; 1000-1500: aristocratic men and the very occasional aristocratic woman; 1500-1800: aristocratic men, some middle-class men, a few aristocratic women; 1800-on, some middle-class women as well). What’s amazing is how many people who didn’t fit those parameters kept writing in spite of the constant message they got from society that no one cared about what they had to say, writing letters and diaries and stories and poems that often weren’t discovered until hundreds of years later. Humans have an urge to express themselves, to tell stories, and fanfic lets them. If you’ve got access to a computer and an hour or two to while away of an evening, you can create something that people will see and respond to instantly, with a built-in community of people who care about what you have to say.
I do write the occasional fic; I wish I had the time and mental energy to write more. I’ll admit I don’t read a lot of fic these days because most of it is not—and I know how snobbish this sounds—particularly well-written. That doesn’t mean it’s “not good”—there are a lot of reasons people read fic and not all of them have to do with wanting to read finely crafted prose. That’s why fic is awesome—it creates a place for all kinds of storytelling. But for me personally, now that my job entails reading about 1500 pages of undergraduate writing per year, when I have time to read for enjoyment I want it to be by someone who really knows what they’re doing. There’s tons of high-quality fic, of course, but I no longer have the time and patience to go searching for it that I had ten years ago. But whether I’m reading it or not, I love that fanfiction exists. Because without people doing what fanfiction writers do, literature wouldn’t exist. (And then I’d be out of a job and, frankly, I don’t know how to do anything else.)

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-  “As a professor, may I ask you what you think about fanfiction?” (via meiringens)

(Source: inkandcayenne)

chatterboxrose:

This is an AU requested from mothafickle and splashofthesun from Twitter. 

Summary: Blaine and Kurt knew each other in elementary school, back when Blaine had glasses and braces. Years later, when Blaine’s about to go to New York City for college, he finds Kurt on Facebook. Kurt is surprised to find out that his former best friend got hot.

"Give them back!" 

"I don’t think so, short stuff. I think these will be better suited on the top of the school roof." 

Blaine stares up at the tall sixth grader who currently has his glasses hostage, held way above his head. He admits he’s embarrassingly close to tears. 

But his dad will kill him if he breaks another pair of glasses, so. 

"Stop that!" 

Blaine turns. He sees a slightly chubby boy, maybe his own age, 

"Puckerman, give him back his glasses." 

"This doesn’t concern you, homo." 

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