Anonymous asked: prompt! first time Blaine sees Kurt sleeping in fully naked.
(aka the first time Blaine sees Kurt’s butt, during the summer between s2 and s3. PG-13.)“Blaine,” Burt says after he opens the door and lets Blaine in, and Blaine hums his hello, shoving his hands into the pockets of his shorts before he starts to fidget. “It’s summer, what the hell are you doing here so early instead of sleeping in?” His voice is rough with sleep but kind, and Blaine smiles.
“Kurt and I are going to get coffee. Is he, um—”
“He’s upstairs, go ‘head,” Burt says, nodding, and Blaine gives Burt an awkward wave before hurrying up the stairs. He knocks twice with no answer before just pushing the door of Kurt’s bedroom open, and his breath catches once he realizes Kurt is still in bed, bare shoulders peeking out from under the thin sheet covering him.
(via hrhblaine)
Anonymous asked: What about a little drabble where Blaine tries to prove to Kurt that he can map out the Big Dipper in his freckles with his lips and they get ‘distracted’ *u*
(PG-13. takes place the summer before season 3.)“Do you know what the best thing about this summer has been?” Blaine asks, and Kurt’s mind immediately flashes back to four days ago, making out in Blaine’s bed until they were both dizzy and past the point of caring how turned on they were. If Blaine’s parents hadn’t come home…
Kurt feels his stomach swoop at the memory. “Umm, what?”
“You spending time in the sun.”
That catches Kurt off-guard. Spending time in the sun means lathering himself with high SPF sunscreen in hopes his translucently pale skin doesn’t turn an angry and unflattering shade of pink. “What do you mean?”
“You’re all sun-kissed,” Blaine says happily, scooting closer to Kurt on his bed and tugging at the strap of Kurt’s tank-top. “And freckled.”
(via hrhblaine)
“Hold my jacket,” Sophie says, holding out the bright blue article of clothing. Darren takes it. “And my backpack.” She drops it on Darren’s lap. “And Ama.” She hesitates, petting at the stuffed llamas fur, and then sets it more gently on her dad’s lap.
“Anything else?” He asks, grinning down at her. She frowns, looking hard in thought, and then takes a couple of steps back.
“Tell me how pretty I am.” She puts her hands on her hips and looks at him expectantly.
“Hmm…” Darren presses his lips together, tilting his head to the side. “I dunno, I might have to see a twirl—”
Sophie twirls, her dance skirt flying up, and then she grins happily at Darren.
“Very beautiful,” Darren agrees, shuffling his daughter’s belongings around until he can set the backpack and jacket on the empty chair beside him. He keeps Ama in his lap. “Come here, princess.”
(via darrensneck)
Going to the chapel and we’re…
“Are you ready for this?”
Kurt twirls around at the sound of Blaine’s voice, his startled expression turning into a smile where he’s standing in his shirt, his bowtie hanging undone around his neck.
“Hello to you too, future Mr. Anderson-Hummel,” Kurt says and turns back to the mirror, lifting his gaze to catch Blaine’s eye as he walks up behind him. “You’re looking as handsome as ever. And you know, I keep thinking about how we’re not supposed to see each other, but I don’t understand how other people getting married do it. If you weren’t around I would probably be freaking out completely.”
“Well…” Blaine lets out a breathless chuckle as Kurt keeps looking into the mirror and pulls at the ends of his white bowtie, smoothing his fingers carefully over it, adjusting it to perfection. “I’m still freaking out a bit.”
Kurt twirls around, staring at him with wide eyes. “You’re not getting cold feet are you? Oh my god, is that why you came in here? Because you want to call off the whole thi—”
(via darrensneck)
Anonymous asked: I just looked up what somnophilia was and wow, I need some fic on it now! Do you have any favourites you could recommend please?
i link three places you can find recs in this post, but my personal favorites are this sleepy/sick sex one, this bp!kurt one, and this other bp!kurt one. (also if you’re just looking for fics in general i’ve written it a few times and you can read those fics here if you want. /self-promotion)
Anonymous asked: hiiiii does anyone around these parts know of any good klaine spanking fics *___*
ummm i recommend checking here and here, and i’ll always rec this fic because it’s so wonderful.
(via darrensneck)
Anonymous said: Married Klaine having to schedule sex
seasonofstars said: blaine trying to distract kurt during one of his tv marathons (heh “distract” >___>)
R, 1200+ words.Kurt’s curled up on the couch, catching up on episodes of Top Chef when Blaine sits down next to him, kissing Kurt’s cheek.
“Hey,” Blaine says, and Kurt hums in response, eyes glued to the television. “Want to head to bed soon?”
“Mm, sure,” Kurt mumbles, but Blaine knows his husband’s not really paying attention. He rolls his eyes, sliding his hand across Kurt’s stomach, over his t-shirt.
“It’s been a while since we’ve gone to bed early. A long while,” Blaine says pointedly, lips brushing Kurt’s jaw as he moves his hand lower, until it’s resting over the waistband of Kurt’s pajama pants. Kurt’s gaze never falters, but Blaine isn’t particularly offended. Kurt’s been like this about TV since they were teenagers - they both take their reality television watching very seriously, and it’s part of what Blaine loves about living with Kurt.
But it’s been days since they’ve had time to just be together, alone, no interruptions, and Blaine’s not about to let the moment slip away.
(via darrensneck)
Whoops, my fingers slipped, and I wrote reaction fic for 4.18.
Kurt’s in his acting class when he feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket. Thankfully, it’s not loud enough that his professor hears it—which is good, because he went apeshit on someone last week for the same thing. He’s curious, but it’s probably just Rachel, or Santana, reminding him about picking up milk (soy!!!!, Rachel always reminds him) or something else unimportant.
In fact, by the time he’s done with class, the text slips his mind completely.
(via geminico)
Summary: some missing scenes from 4x18. Blaine and Kurt talk after the shooting. I’m sorry this is so emotional i’m so emotional ;-;
Blaine’s hands are shaking so much he can hardly hold his phone. He has exactly four people he wants to call, and those four people won’t pick up their phones—his parents are at work, Cooper’s got some big audition today, and Kurt’s in class.
He’s almost glad, really. He can’t imagine calling his mom, telling her he’s locked in his school’s choir room while there’s a shooter somewhere in the school. He can’t imagine telling any of them—he doesn’t want them to worry. Which he knows is stupid. He’s never been this fucking scared in his whole life.
Blaine feels an arm wrap around his shoulders, and he instinctively flinches away at first. Sam scoots a little closer, rubbing up his arm and ducking his face close to Blaine’s.
“It’s going to be okay,” Sam whispers. Blaine doesn’t look at him, because Sam sure doesn’t look like it’s going to be okay. He’s shaking, too, but Blaine clutches at his shirt. He hopes he doesn’t throw up. “You want to call someone?” Blaine shakes his head, and the first tears slip down his face.
“I just want my mom and dad, and my brother, I want my brother, I want Kurt.” Blaine whimpers and pulls harder at Sam’s shirt.
(via devonwood)
Kurt is forced to follow a Wedding Dance Class by his fiancé, but ends up being there alone. Enter the helpful – and slightly annoying - dance instructor.
Kurt already hated the joint Wedding Dance Classes he signed up for. He already hated it before the dance instructor showed up and the lesson actually started. Mostly because he was waiting there alone, and everybody else was either discussing cakes, doves or girdles for their very special day, leaving him out completely. Not that he wanted to mingle – it wasn’t like he was there voluntarily. By all means: he instructed his own dad how to dance at his wedding, but unfortunately his husband-to-be wanted something special and classic. So dancing lessons it was.
“Hello everybody,” a man said while entering the studio.
“Ah, back in the old Cheerios uniform, I see,” Kurt says with a teasing little smile when Blaine gets on Skype an hour later than usual, breathless from Cheerios practice. Kurt remembers those days all too well.
He watches Blaine flush and fidget, looking down at his lap before back up. “Not as good as you looked, that’s for sure.”
Kurt rolls his eyes but inside preens at the compliment. He knows he’d looked good, of course—but Blaine looks better, somehow, and Kurt hates that he isn’t in Lima to witness this in person. A little part of him also wishes that they were still together, just for some other benefits, but he pushes those thoughts off to the side, shaking his head. “You look good,” Kurt says, feels his own face heat up. It’s like they’ve just met again, Kurt harboring this persistent little crush despite him repeatedly saying friends, just friends.
(via darrensneck)
