kurt/blaine: burt pov, 1000 words
a/n: my hard drive died and i lost like 99% of my wips so i haven’t written klaine for months and this is like me awkwardly catching up with two friends i haven’t seen in ages and has like no structure and is the opposite of good but w/e hi ♥
Burt doesn’t have a whole lot of time for guilt, not unless he’s really earned it. Two decades ago he spent a whole week thinking he’d lost Lizzie’s wedding ring and his conscience made sure he felt every damn second of it even though she didn’t. He deserved that. It may have been pointless, but it’s not as if he’s ever been the kind of man to try to subscribe any concrete point to being human either. He just is. Sometimes these things are unavoidable and sometimes they feel like shit.
Nothing’s gonna harm you, not while I’m around
Blaine takes his hand and sings “Not While I’m Around” and it’s one of the most touching things I have ever seen on TV. It almost feels like an intrusion to watch it. When Blaine finishes singing his promise, he curls up next to Kurt in bed and wraps him up in his arms as best he can with all those tubes and monitors sticking out everywhere, beeping Kurt’s life like he’s nothing more than some organs and bones and not the soul-anchor of [Blaine Warbler’s] whole entire world.
nope, no, no no *sobbing*
AU: Blaine and Elliott have been close friends ever since they were both bitten and turned several hundred years ago. After a recent move to New York, they both befriend Kurt Hummel. Blaine’s relationship with the human quickly grows serious, but the more time he spends with Kurt and the stronger their bond grows, the more worried he becomes of his secret slipping. Little does he know that Kurt already has his suspicions about Blaine and Elliott’s secret (because, really, there’s only so many songs about vampires one can write before people start to suspect something, right?).
Klaine fic: Hold Me Close
(A/N: I saw this post earlier today, and I couldn’t help but fic it because omfg most adorable promt ever! I’m tagging those that requested a fic like this one in their reblogs - hope this fits the bill!)
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Okay, so maybe Kurt shouldn’t have bought the pillow at that sketchy shop on the corner with all the weird things in jars. But it was half the price of the same pillow online (not that he’d been searching for one online, of course not), and he was living on an intern’s budget, and as used to sleeping alone as he might be, the thought of another person’s arm, snug and warm around his body, made him yearn.