missbeizy:

gigisplanet requested: “Kurt and Blaine having quiet sex in an unexpected location while Rachel is pottering around the apartment?”

Not sure about the “quiet” part, but…here you go.  ;)

“Shh,” Kurt hisses, then giggles, burying his face against the crook of Blaine’s neck.  They’ve been in the bathroom for a while now, brushing their teeth and washing their hands and trying desperately to shake off the buzz of the alcohol that’s been making them trip all over each other since they walked home from the bar.

Blaine is in New York and Blaine is living with them and Blaine sleeps in his bed at night and his life is the best life ever.  Blaine still loves him, and he still loves Blaine, and that is all he needs, okay?  All.  Life is awesome, and can only get awesomer.  Awesomest?

Blaine laughs into his shirt and he guesses he’s been saying all of this shit aloud because Blaine is really very amused, shaking with the effort of quieting down.  As the drinks leave their system Kurt has gotten progressively more bendy and Blaine has gotten progressively more handsy.

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yourfairygodfather:

Fic: After. (A runner!Klaine epilogue)

Pairings: Klaine

Word Count: 4,300

A/N: The epilogue to the runner!Klaine trilogy, which can be found here, here, and here. 

This epilogue has been a long time coming, and nearly didn’t get written at all. The first draft, which was about 1/3 of the way done last month, was originally set two years after the original stories, and was about Blaine’s first time running the Boston Marathon.

Which obviously would have been problematic in any case, even if I hadn’t been there that day. 

It’s taken a while, because it’s been important to me to get the ending of this verse right in the wake of last month’s incident, and the days that followed. To write not about running or runners or marathons, so much as writing about two people. It’s not what I was originally planning, but I think everything ended up exactly as it should be—and there’s still a joke in there about organ harvesting, so we can’t have strayed too far from my normal style.

And with that, this:

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The morning was cool and breezy, the first traces of winter beginning to make themselves known in the early November air. The sky was overcast, dulling the glare of the sun to a thinner, more seasonally appropriate watery light. Around him on the sidewalk in Central Park, people were shivering, twisting their gloved hands into coat pockets and tucking their faces into heavier scarves than the city had seen in months.

It was a perfect morning for the annual, notorious New York City Marathon. And although Kurt, dressed impeccably for the 40-degree weather and sipping gratefully from his piping hot Starbucks, wasn’t running, his boyfriend—Kurt’s favorite runner and the love of his life—was less than two miles away from the finish line where Kurt was waiting.

And where, if everything went the way that Kurt was hoping it would, both of their lives would change forever.

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alilactree:

In 1932 America is still in the grips of the Great Depression and Blaine Anderson is fed up with his bland life in Lima, Ohio. When he decides to head to New York City in search of adventure he meets a performer named Kurt Hummel at an illegal speakeasy, and gets more excitement than he ever dreamed possible at The Oasis.

track updates: #at the o

The Old-Fashioned

Graduation ends up being underwhelming, as far as major life events go. Names called, then a handshake. A smattering of applause. The mood is fitting of the sort of everyday solemnity that seems to have taken over the town. 

Blaine spends a few moments chatting with and embracing those left in his class who had made it this far instead of dropping out months or years earlier to work or move away to mythical greener pastures. 

He empties his locker, tucks his rolled up diploma under his arm and heads down the hallway. The drooping banner over the exit reads Congratulations Allen County Regional High Class of ’32 and when Blaine releases the heavy iron doors it flutters like the ghost it is.

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alittledizzy:

Fic: Shelter (2/2)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7100
Summary: Kurt loses both of his parents before the age of twelve. Blaine knows as soon as he sees Kurt that this is the kid he wants to help. 
Notes/Warnings: Age difference (32/17 before anything happens). This is a fill for a glee-kink-meme prompt that asked for pseudo incest. Blaine is Kurt’s foster parent. This is technically unbeta’d but this time props to Mav and Michelle for making sure I stayed motivated on it. Also Beizy for the promises threats of flogging. 

Part One

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first weekend.
Kurt

Kurt wakes up first in the morning.

He looks at Blaine, shirtless and asleep, drooling a little against the pillow.

Blaine kissed him, last night. Blaine kissed him and looked at him with something in his eyes that should terrify Kurt, but it doesn’t, it just leaves him slightly exhilarated that someone can feel so much for him.

Chandler is a distant thought, a non-entity now. Kurt’s world has re-focused on Blaine.

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lookninjas:

Title: Interference
Pairing/Character(s): Kurt/Blaine, Rachel, Santana, and Tina; Brittany, Mike, Wes, Sue, and Cooper all mentioned.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Meddling roommates, screwball comedy, not enough porn.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee, and I have never engaged in Jane Fonda/Richard Simmons roleplay. But, you know, never say never.

Summary: Blaine is neither a drug dealer nor a gigolo, Kurt is not just using Blaine for sex, and it’s possible that their roommates are maybe a little overinvested in their personal lives. (Except for Santana, who’s just trying to make sure there’s no uglies in her personal space.)

Author’s Note: So I’ve had a few requests for a porny sequel to The Boy in Green Shorts. This is not that story. For one thing, it’s far too silly, but also in some moments far too serious. For another — not enough porn. But it is some kind of a sequel to “The Boy in Green Shorts.” The silly, serious, non-porny kind of sequel.

Lyrics used in the story are from “At the Ballet,” and “One,” both from A Chorus Line.

When the door slides across, Blaine comes face to face with a dark-haired girl in an incredibly short, incredibly tight dress, who gives him a long stare up and down and then back up again and then says solemnly, “Wanky.”

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slightestwind:

Takes place immediately after 4x22 ends. Blaine makes a proposal, but not the one we’re all thinking of.

“Kurt, do you mind— can I talk to you for a minute? In the hallway?”

Kurt turns slowly, his eyebrows furrowing a little in concern. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just— I want to tell you something before I forget. It’s kind of important,” Blaine adds with a nervous laugh, and he closes his fist tight around the box as they walk out into the hallway together, not stopping until Blaine reaches their spot at the end of the hallway, by the display case and the doors.

“What’s going on?” Kurt asks gently, and Blaine sucks in a shaky breath, holding the box between them and watching Kurt’s eyes widen when he sees it. “Blaine?” he asks, his voice high.

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lookninjas:

Title: The Boy in Green Shorts
Pairing/Character(s): Kurt/Blaine, Sue, Rachel and Santana mentioned
Rating: PG-13. Nothing happens, but much is implied.
Warnings: Short shorts. Stretching as foreplay. Mild accidental dirty talk.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee and I cannot say for certain whether or not there are teeth in Sue Sylvester’s Special Animal Protein Blend Power Boost Smoothies, nor is there any proof that those teeth are, in fact, human. (Seriously, though, don’t drink them.)

Summary: There is something about the process of stretching someone else’s body, placing your hands all over them and pushing and pulling and manipulating them just so. It doesn’t have to be foreplay. But it can be. With the right person, it very much can be.

Author’s Note: Because we just need more Aerobics Class AUs. We just do.

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villiageidiot:

All finished! Thank you so much to everyone for sticking around! And to Kat, who is responsible for so much of this.  I hope it was worth the wait?

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Rule #15 : Thou shall not act accordingly during a fraternity formal. And remember that it’s just a temporary, week-long fling.

There’s a long weekend in early March right between the end of the first quarter and the beginning of the second when they have their yearly formal. And it’s epic.

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borogroves:

yourfairygodfather:

Fic: The Sound of Your Sweet Voice (It’s Better Than All of My Dreams)

Pairings: Klaine

Word Count: 5,500

A/N: The third and final runner!Klaine story, following parts one and two and following the original prompt from Mimsy for a “full-of-witty-banter-and-mild-innuendo meet-cute one-shot where Kurt and Blaine meet while running a marathon” Except for a few details it pretty much stands on its own, so if you go in knowing that Kurt is running his first marathon For Reasons and that Blaine is the pace leader for the 4:30 group (with the yardstick of balloons to prove it) you should be good. :)

And…go:

                                                ~~~~~~

In the six months of preparation and training Kurt had gone through, both alone and with his charity team, in building up toward the marathon, he had imagined how it would feel to cross the starting line dozens of times: Exciting. Nervewracking. Triumphant. Overwhelming.

The last one was probably the closest to the truth. On his previous runs, even the excruciatingly long ones toward the end of his training, staring the run had been the easy part—it was usually the last two or three miles where the wheels had started to come off and his form had begun to fall apart. This time, however, it was the opposite—the race had barely begun and Kurt’s breathing, already too close to hyperventilating for comfort, wasn’t slowing down and settling into a rhythm, like it usually did. His stride felt choppy and graceless, and even his joints were rebelling, every ache and twinge he’d diligently treated with ice and rest and gentle stretching suddenly ghosting through his limbs, phantom pains reminding him of how easily his body could come apart.

It was more than a little disconcerting. And he still had over 25 miles to go.

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Guh, this is perfect.  *hopes none-too-delicately for more in this ‘verse someday*