a touch of your melody — based on this prompt: “Kurt, a trained musician for years, and Blaine, a prodigy who can play everything he touches. Would love jealousy, competition and sexual tension overload.”
rating/word count: PG-13/~2.9k
notes: written for the klaine hiatus exchange for the lovely Naomi! I hope I did your prompt justice! there is a link to a YT video involved, but it’s not important to the plot or anything. I just like instrumental covers of songs \o/
He’s the best student violinist in New York City, praised by critics, casual listeners, and even the most grating of Youtubing classical music snobs alike. Kurt Hummel knows all of this and wears his pride well.
Years and years of training have led up to this kind of recognition — Kurt knows the violin best but he can also play the piano, as well as the alto saxophone on occasion. Very few things faze him, but there is one thing that gets under his skin in the best and worst of ways.
That would be Blaine Anderson, pianist of the same symphony orchestra that Kurt is a part of, unfairly handsome, and a musical prodigy to boot.
DUDE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THE KING OF ALL WILD THINGS FILL WHERE KURT GOT BANISHED AND QUINN WAS THE ONLY ONE IN BLAINE'S COMMUNITY THAT UNDERSTOOD ENGLISH BECAUSE THAT ACTUALLY GOT FINISHED IN OCTOBER? IT'S IN THE OCTOBER TAG ON THE GKM PINBOARD
"Going Under" - Kurt/Blaine
An AU where Kurt Hummel goes to see Dr. Anderson about troubling dreams and ends up getting more help than he imagined he might. Sub!Kurt/dom!Blaine.
Warnings for: detailed discussions of rape fantasies, with very brief mention of slut shaming and homophobic slurs (not between Kurt and Blaine). There is no actual rape in the story and the interaction between Kurt and Blaine is separate and purely of a D/S nature, though the fantasy is discussed throughout.
Not angsty. But heed the warnings.
"It ends the same way every time," Kurt answers, soft and embarrassed, hands twisted into each other, eyes on the table between him and Dr. Anderson. "But the way it begins differs from dream to dream."
"Why don’t you tell me about the dream you had last night, then?"
"Um, okay. I, uh. I was in a car in a parking lot outside of some kind of mall or shopping center or something. And he was just a random asshole. Some kind of—I dunno, thug kind of guy, mean, you know. White. Twenties, maybe? Nondescript baggy clothes. And he was teasing me, taunting me, moving around the outside of the car, knocking on the glass, trying the door handles. I don’t recall the words he used; I just remember being scared out of my mind. Wanting him to leave me alone. Not trusting the door and window locks to hold."
"Was fear the only emotion you felt?" Dr. Anderson asks.
The Things I Should Have Told You (1/2)
Summary: Blaine’s bowties are more than just accessories to him. They’re his collar, the symbol of Kurt’s ownership of him. The only problem? Kurt doesn’t know he feels like that. This is the beginning of their D/s relationship.
A/N: Part of my Icy Love verse. Up until now the fic has worked basically with canon, even though they’re all set in the future, but here it diverges from canon, because most of this is set in “I Do” and Kurt and Blaine get back together, so… yeah.
Warnings: Mentions of cheating, non-communication, collaring, spanking (in the form of punishment), D/s relationship, lots of angst, and a bit of self hate.
Brittany was the first one to point it out. Whether she really knew what she was talking about, Blaine didn’t know, but she was the first. She was watching him a little closer than usual the first day after he got back from the terrible weekend if heartbreak in New York and he couldn’t figure out why. Her eyes were fixed on his neck, her brows furrowed in confusion, making Blaine rub self consciously at it. Did he miss a hair while shaving? Did he have a hickey that only she could see? Was she having some strange hallucination that he was bleeding profusely from his neck? What was she looking at?
Finally, when Glee was over and he stood, ready to flee from the judging looks of his peers who all knew what he had done, she pushed him back down into his chair. He curled in on himself instinctively, expecting her to start yelling at him, or slapping him for hurting Kurt the way he had, but she just reached out and lifted his chin up and looked into his eyes.
“Where’s your collar?” she asked.
does anyone happen to have a pdf or epub of “atlas” by mittenconfetti?!
blaine gets “fly” tattooed on his hip and when he and kurt get back together kurt sees and asks about it
They breathe out in unison, Kurt falling back towards the sheets next to Blaine. He folds an arm behind his head, stares at the ceiling as the sweat cools chilled pinpricks on his skin. He relishes in the racehorse beat of his heart, the fading fingers of electric pleasure slowly leeching from his limbs. The whoosh of the ceiling fan is overhead. The tick of the clock is nearby.
The sheets rustle as Blaine rolls over in the silence, and Kurt turns his head, a smile tugging at his lips; Blaine reaches out, pushes back a loose flop of hair from Kurt’s forehead, and Kurt feels his heart swell. He grabs Blaine’s hand when Blaine starts to pull away and threads their fingers together.
looking for a klaine fic
this is an OLD klaine fic and i know it was written by one of the “famous” people on tumblr. i read it on ff.net and it ended up getting abandoned but i really wanted to look at it again for nostalgia purposes. i feel like the writer’s named started with a “C”?
okay so anyways it was an “adult” klaine fic. that had kurt and blaine living together and i remember blaine got kurt to go camping and they ended up getting a lot of money for some reason, or no, it was blaine was actually super rich and they got a GINORMOUS apartment in manhattan and blaine taught piano to Upper East Side kids and there was this one girl that they got close with and like, they had “clair de lune” as their wedding song and they adopted kittens named Mcqueen and like Chopin or something like that?
ring any bells?
Brighter Than Sunshine (3/3)
—Being in New York City is almost everything that Kurt Hummel has ever dreamed of - but when an anonymous note-writer drops into his life, he has to wonder if there’s something more out there for him.
Let me start off by telling you that what you saw? It was the product of a less-than-sophisticated night of partying and alcohol. I don’t even know his name. I don’t want this, whatever it is, to stop just because of that. So, that being said…
Hi, I’m Kurt Hummel (as you know). I’m a sophomore at NYU, and I plan to go into design for stage and film. I’m hopelessly addicted to coffee and Tremé. My childhood was spent suffering through conservative Ohio, and I somehow made it out in order to live in the city of my dreams.
Tell me about yourself?
Title: Painted Eyes and Dizzy Feet
Word Count: ~17,000
Fic Summary: Kurt is an artist who can’t paint. His block has been plaguing him for months now. Then he sees Blaine, a dancer who moves with such grace, such emotion in every movement, that for the first time in two months, Kurt is inspired to create.
And this is just the beginning of their story.
“The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.” ― William Faulkner
Link to Art: Here
AN: Here is a Youtube playlist of all the performances that are in the fic. There are also links included within the body.
“If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.” - Vincent Van Gogh
I am drunk on happy Klaine spoilers! I has headcanon! Let me show you it! Shh let me dream!
The flutter of turquoise drew Burt’s eye. Beside him, in the passenger seat, Kurt smoothed the crease of his pants and fiddled with the collar of his matching suit jacket, his hand absently lifting to graze over his perfect coif. Kurt leaned to open the leather messenger bag at his feet.
“No way, Kurt. Not in the car,” Burt warned with a laugh.
“Dad, it’s just a little hairspray,” Kurt dismissed, pulling the container from the bag.
Kurt released the hairspray with a dramatic wave of his wrist, shut the bag, and sat back against his seat with a huff.
“You don’t need it anyway, kiddo. Your hair hasn’t laid flat in two years.” Burt chuckled. Kurt continued to stare out of the window, jaw stiff, face unmoving.
“Seriously, Kurt. You look great.” It was sincere. Kurt’s face relaxed into a smile. “That’s some suit you got there. Why are you so dressed up anyway? It’s just Friday night dinner.”
“Dressed up? This is just something I picked up on Rue La La…you know, that website I was telling Carole about.”
“Mmmhmm, sure.” Burt returned his eyes to the road and made a left.
“What? It’s a crime to want to look nice now?” Kurt retorted.
“No, no, not a crime. Just wondering is all.” Burt made a right, took a breath, and stole a glance at Kurt. “I’m glad you invited Blaine.”
“Of course I invited him. Why wouldn’t I?” Kurt’s tone was casual. Too casual.
fic: running on fumes, running on pride (kurt/blaine)
word count: ~4,600
Claudya commissioned: Kurt is in the high class business of male escorts and Blaine is the newbie. Kurt naturally falls for Blaine and won’t let him sleep with any other clients without explanation. Blaine thinks that it’s because he’s terrible in bed, so he’s intent on proving Kurt “wrong.” (NC-17)
a/n: a bit of an age!kink but not too much. Enjoy!
Blaine walked up the large, ornate marble staircase leading to his prospective new boss and a new future, whatever it was.
ok so there’s this fic and like kurt and blaine met in college and are best friends and they both have crushes on one another and kurt has to go to one of the ND people’s weddings? tike? i think and like he asks blaine to pretend ot be his boyfriend because he told his dad he was dating someone and like they go and like blah blah and thye get together and they both love each other and i remember them being drunk?