Fic where Kurt and Blaine have escaped to some remote location to reconnect probably after Blaine’s senior year and it’s meant to be like two weeks in this lovely little cottage in some little town up north or something. I don’t know.
But Kurt gets sick because he’s been working too hard and not getting enough sleep and it starts as sniffles but by the time they’re there it’s a frustrating cold and all they can do for days is lie in bed together with Blaine cuddling Kurt and cooking him soup and singing to him and watching reruns and he sniffles and feels miserable and sleeps 18 hours a day and it’s mostly adorable but still annoying because Kurt doesn’t want Blaine to catch it but he can’t pull himself away and then he wakes up feeling better and promising he’ll be fine soon and they can go into town and eat at the cafes and shop at the little weird corner stores and walk through the park and what he really means and what he eventually starts saying is that soon he’ll be at full strength and not so contagious and he’ll be able to spend a day in bed with Blaine properly. Kissing him and teasing him and bringing him right to the edge and then back, until he sees stars and is begging and then over and then again. And then Kurt falls asleep and Blaine falls asleep beside him, both of them smiling and Kurt feeling better and when he stirs the next morning he feels properly better. Well-rested and vibrant and like he should get up and go for a jog or something. But then Blaine wakes up and there’s a glint in both their eyes and Kurt moves to have a shower and shave and stretch out the kinks in his back from being on bedrest for too long. And then come back and fuck Blaine’s brains out. But he doesn’t get anywhere because Blaine just grabs him and starts touching him and mumbling things against his skin and tickling his fingertips over his chin and his cheeks and says he’s never seen Kurt with stubble before and he thinks he likes it. And then he kisses him, experimentally, but deep, because they haven’t done much of that since that come here. Kissing over his mouth and letting their tongues press and then sucking on his bottom lip, then his top, and feeling the scratch-tickle of stubble against his lips and his chin and he kisses Kurt’s cheeks and jaw and then just nuzzles and mumbles and eventually climbs over him and starts working their hips together and kissing him sloppy and wet and hard and then moving to draw Kurt’s mouth to his nipple, encouraging him to lick and suck and rub the rough scratchiness of a couple of days’ growth against him and Blaine arches and whines and enjoys that and eventually comes.
And then they spend the whole day doing sexy things and eating sexily and talking sexily. And then Blaine wakes up later that night and very unattractively sneezes and then he’s sick for three days instead.
How is that for run on writing?
Fic: Thanksgiving 2012 (Complete) NC-17
Summary: A snowstorm threatens to keep Kurt and Blaine apart over the Thanksgiving weekend.
Words: 5900
Spoilers: None
A/N: Posted the first half of this last night and now here it is in it’s entirety. This is indulgent, ridiculously fluffy, feelingy stuff. Kind of my last hurrah at living in a happy place with canon, just in case shit goes down in the finale. This really is just…indulgent.
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Fic: Thanksgiving 2012 (Complete) NC-17
Summary: A snowstorm threatens to keep Kurt and Blaine apart over the Thanksgiving weekend.
Words: 5900
Spoilers: None
A/N: Posted the first half of this last night and now here it is in it’s entirety. This is indulgent, ridiculously fluffy, feelingy stuff. Kind of my last hurrah at living in a happy place with canon, just in case shit goes down in the finale. This really is just…indulgent.
Fic: Thanksgiving 2012 (Complete) NC-17
Summary: A snowstorm threatens to keep Kurt and Blaine apart over the Thanksgiving weekend.
Words: 5900
Spoilers: None
A/N: Posted the first half of this last night and now here it is in it’s entirety. This is indulgent, ridiculously fluffy, feelingy stuff. Kind of my last hurrah at living in a happy place with canon, just in case shit goes down in the finale. This really is just…indulgent.
Fic: Thanksgiving 2012 (1/2)
In which snow happens and Blaine isn’t having any of that. Kind of a WIP. This is the build up. I will write the sex (coughspoilerscough) later tonight. It is not angsty, deep, or even vaguely accurate for an American holiday I know nothing about. But I had feelings so I wrote something wonderfully happy.
***
Burt doesn’t find the note until just before midday. It’s Thanksgiving and the house is quiet and he and Carole can’t quite decide whether that’s a good thing or not so they lay in bed until they choose not to. Drink coffee and eat toast and let the drone of the television fill the house. Then Carole starts to cook and sing quietly to herself and Burt tries to help but just gets in the way.
He misses the noise. Not just Kurt and Finn but Rachel and Blaine and the random assortment of friends passing through the house on any given day. It’s been so quiet for so long. Burt ends up on the front doorstep, surveying the empty street and wondering when Blaine will show up and it’s only when he looks down that he sees it.
Tearing open the envelope he already knows it’s from Blaine and he’s worried because how can this, after everything, be good. He reads the hurriedly-written note twice to himself and then goes back into the house to read it to Carole.
Dear Burt and Carole,
Don’t get mad. I thought about this a lot last night and it’s the right thing to do. It’s kind of the only thing to do. I’m going to New York, I’ve left early and I’ll be careful and stop if I need to. Don’t tell Kurt. I might not make it all the way tonight and I don’t want him to stress any more than he is. Thank you so much for inviting me over for lunch today even though I’m not really family yet and Kurt’s stuck in New York. I can’t not see him though, not when I’ve been promising myself I would.
Happy Thanksgiving, we’ll skype you when I arrive,
Blaine.
Ficlet: Bendy (NC-17)
Title: Bendy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: pwp also: see title
Words: 2300
Spoilers: nuh
A/N: So I’ve been out of sorts with the writing and I’m not at all happy with this. The whole thing feels very forced and the dialogue is icky and I don’t know if I’m out of practice, out of ideas, or just struggling to read my own stuff in the right light at the moment. Gee, I’m really selling it aren’t I? The idea is nice and one i’ve been meaning to play with. And it’s Kurt and Blaine having sex and then Blaine being reasonably adorable post-sex. So that’s all good…***
The day Kurt realized he could potentially, maybe do it at some point in the future he completely forgot what he was doing right there and then. He squeezed his eyes shut and came without thinking. He came before Blaine who stilled beneath him, panting hard and staring at him with wild eyes.
Ficlet: Bendy (NC-17)
Title: Bendy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: pwp also: see title
Words: 2300
Spoilers: nuh
A/N: So I’ve been out of sorts with the writing and I’m not at all happy with this. The whole thing feels very forced and the dialogue is icky and I don’t know if I’m out of practice, out of ideas, or just struggling to read my own stuff in the right light at the moment. Gee, I’m really selling it aren’t I? The idea is nice and one i’ve been meaning to play with. And it’s Kurt and Blaine having sex and then Blaine being reasonably adorable post-sex. So that’s all good…
***
The day Kurt realized he could potentially, maybe do it at some point in the future he completely forgot what he was doing right there and then. He squeezed his eyes shut and came without thinking. He came before Blaine who stilled beneath him, panting hard and staring at him with wild eyes.
Ficlet: Showering (fluffy: spoiler reactiony)
How Blaine even gets the janitor to leave the gym and the change rooms open this late, Kurt has no idea. It must be after six and there isn’t a soul left in the school and the only reason he’s managed to get inside is because Blaine’s told him before which side door is left unlocked for him to slide in and out of.
Actually, Kurt isn’t really all that surprised that Blaine has befriended the janitor. Blaine befriends everyone.
There’s still sweat, dripped wet on the gym mats. When Kurt lays both hands against the punching bag it’s still warm and swaying slightly.
Another drunk klaine headcanon.
So the whole drinking klaine thing…I want them at a party. I want Blaine drunk but now he knows the evil seductions of Kurt’s body so Santana, Brit and Rachel may as well be naked and gyrating and even then the soft tilt of Kurt’s neck will be the thing that makes Blaine’s dick throb.
So he’s tipsy and animated and all over Kurt and no one really minds. They kind of find it adorable. In Blaine’s desperation and Kurt’s embarrassment. And then Kurt calls it a night and takes Blaine back to his house.
Except Blaine tells him alcohol isn’t all bad. I mean, it’s been bad in the past but it can be good right, it can open doors. And Kurt doesn’t believe him but finds him kind of endearing when he’s all earnest and sweaty and not all over Rachel. So he humors him.
Blaine pulls out a bottle of vodka and pours Kurt a glass and Kurt laps at it, screws up his face and says he doesn’t see the appeal.
“Get it down and you will. Think of it like a blowjob.”
Blaine isn’t usually quite so forward and it makes Kurt throw back three shots fast and hot and he splutters but keeps them down. Takes another two before he’s sitting still and searching for the ‘drunk’ in his brain.
It sneaks up on him. Little giggles and sways and suddenly he’s all over Blaine, sprawled in his lap and talking and laughing. It’s not like they haven’t been this close: they’ve had sex and lots of it. But he’s drunk and clawing and rough and it makes Blaine return in kind.
And then they start talking. Both motor-mouthing with the alcohol:
What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve fantasized about?
Why do you like it messy?
What if everyone knew what we were like?
What if I licked you ass?
What if I fucked you ass with my tongue?
What if I fucked your mouth with my cock?
What if I blindfolded you and tied you to the bed?
In the end it’s messy, useless frotting through their jeans and messy, come-stained underwear and then falling asleep sprawled on the couch. But both of them remember the conversion. And next time there’s no party, just a bottle of vodka and answers to all the questions.
Fic: Dark Blue (4/13) NC-17
Title: Dark Blue (4/13)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The story of how Kurt and Blaine broke up, found themselves and then found happiness.
Words: 3300/14100
A/N: Thank you so much, every single time, to everyone who is reading and reviewing this. Obviously this is a lot harder for me to write than all the porn and I am constantly umming and arring over what it is I am trying to do. So reviews on this mean the world to me. This chapter is probably the most difficult for me out of all of them. Just making Blaine and Kurt make sense has been an almost impossible feat but I hope half of what I’m trying to convey gets through. Enjoy it!
Chapter One: S&C // FF.net // LJ
Chapter Two: S&C // FF.net // LJ
Chapter Three: S&C // FF.net // LJ
Chapter Four: S&C // FF.net // LJ
