ficlet: When Your Lights Have Gone (Klaine)
an: So, here’s is my 3x22 reaction ficlet. I know everybody have been reacting to the NYADA news, but all *I* got from the episode was Kurt and Blaine growing old together in a nursing home. And I thought. Why would they be in a nursing home if they were still together? Hence this little angsty/sweet thing.
Sorry if there’s any disgusting mistakes. I’m an asshole, so this is not betaed.
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They sit across from each other, hands locked, the rough pads of their fingers rubbing the wrinkled skin in a well practiced motion. Kurt likes to think of it as elephant skin these days (Because of the texture? Because of the texture.) but of course, in reality, it’s everything but. Fragile and almost paper-thin, stretching across his bones in miniscule patches of pale pink and ivory. (Blaine’s is beige.)
Blaine pretty much took it harder than Kurt.
“WHAT?!” The sobbing Kurt could deal with, he dealt with a lot of that after the slushie incident. Sobbing wasn’t new. The swearing, however, was. “This is bull shit!”
“Honey, calm down.” Kurt said quietly, “You don’t need to be so angry-”
“But I am angry! Kurt this is ridiculous!” Blaine yelled, kicking the bedpost angrily. “You worked hard! You thought outside the box! You nailed your audition!” A violent sob escaped Blaine, as he sank to the bed, burying his face into Kurt’s blanket. “It’s not fair!”
Kurt, despite being upset over the rejection, couldn’t help but smile at his dramatic little boyfriend. “Oh, Blaine.” Kurt whispred, brushing a hand through his un-gelled hair. “Life isn’t fair.”
“I know that,” Blaine sniffled, sitting up, “But it’s just…can’t it be fair at least some of the time? I mean you—you work your butt off, you’re a wonderful, amazing person, and yet nothing—nothing can ever go right for you. Why can’t anything go right? You deserve happiness more than anyone! Why can’t you just win for once?!”
“Sweetie, sweetie, calm down.” Kurt all but laughed, tears streaming down his face, as he pulled Blaine into a tight hug. “Life sucks, life isn’t fair. I’ve come to…I’ve come to accept that-”
“But you shouldn’t have to-”
“But,” Kurt added, pulling apart and looking pointedly at Blaine as he continued, “My life hasn’t been horrible. I have an amazing father. Amazing friends. And, to quote a certain someone, I have won…we got each other out of all this.”
Blaine let out a pathtic sob, slamming into his boyfriend’s chest to hug him. “I just want you to be happy.” He sobbed, “I just want you to be ok.”
“I am happy,” Kurt whispered, rocking Blaine a little, “I am ok. I’m not the happiest person on Earth right now…but I’ll survive. Everything happens for a reason, right?” Blaine sniffled, said nothing. “And hey, maybe this means we won’t be apart for senior year. I did say I’m never going to say goodbye to you. Maybe I can go into the psychic business.”
Blaine let out a choked laugh, sniffling quietly. “That’s not funny.” He whispered, voice low but not as upset.
“Aw, c’mon.” Kurt said, nudging Blaine a little, “It’s a little funny.” Blaine said nothing, and the two merely held each over for several minutes. “This sucks but things…it’ll be ok. It’s not the end of the world.” Leaning down, Kurt kissed Blaine softly on the head. “Don’t give up hope. Ever.”
“We’ll think of something.” Blaine whispered back.
“Together.”
You can’t find love within your soul without music: Daddy!Klaine/Uncle!Cooper fic, title TBD
Future Daddy!Klaine fic, inspired by this gifset. Cooper babysits Kurt and Blaine’s daughter, Elizabeth, for a few days.
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“And make sure she goes to bed each night at a decent hour; if she doesn’t get at least eight hours of sleep, she wakes up really cranky,” Kurt said, giving his brother-in-law a pointed look. “Trust me, you won’t want to deal with that. So don’t let her stay up late.”
“I’ve got it,” Cooper assured him.
“She’s also afraid of the dark, so at bedtime, make sure the nightlight is on. You may have to lie in bed with her until she falls asleep.”
“Kurt, I know.”
“Oh, and also, she’s allergic to penicillin. Make sure the doctor knows that, should anything serious happen to her while we’re go—“
“Kurt! For the last time, relax!” Cooper couldn’t decide if he was more amused or annoyed at his brother-in-law’s last minute instructions. “I’ve babysat Elizabeth before.”
“I know, but the longest you’ve watched her was just one day—“
“And a fun-filled, emergency-free day at that,” Cooper reminded him. “She’ll be fine in my more-than-capable hands.”
“I know, but—“
“Kurt, sweetheart,” Blaine intervened, prompted by a ‘do something’ glare from his older brother. “Cooper knows what he’s doing. After all, he practically raised me.”
“That’s right,” Cooper nodded. “Our mom and dad were…well, let’s just say, a little lax in the parenting department. I was basically Blaine’s father figure growing up.”
“And look how I turned out,” Blaine grinned, puffing out his chest proudly. Kurt rolled his eyes and playfully jabbed his husband in the sternum, eliciting a laugh from the shorter man.
Just then, a bubble of laughter erupted from the adjoining living room. A second later, there was a blur of color as footsteps thundered into the room. “Daddy! Dad! Are you really letting me stay with Uncle Cooper for four whole days?”
“Yes, baby,” Kurt said, kneeling down to look the little girl in the eye.
“You’ll have lots of fun with Uncle Coop,” Blaine added, kneeling down as well. “And make sure you do exactly what he says, Lizzie. He is in charge while we’re gone, okay?”
“Yes, Dad,” Elizabeth said, rolling her eyes. Blaine had to bite back a laugh; sometimes she could look and act so much like Kurt.
“Hey, no sass,” Kurt chastised gently. “I don’t want to hear from Uncle Cooper that you were being fresh. Got it?”
“Got it, Daddy. I know. I’ll be good.”
“Promise?” Kurt asked, holding out his pinky finger.
“I promise,” Elizabeth said and linked her pinky with his.
“Good.” Kurt smiled and kissed her forehead before standing up. “Thanks again, Coop. We really appreciate it.”
“No problem. You two have fun.”
“We will be back before you know it, honey. Have fun with Uncle Coop. We can’t wait to hear all about it when we get home,” Blaine said to his daughter, holding out his arms for a hug.
“I love you, Dad,” Elizabeth said, clasping her arms around Blaine’s neck and squeezing tight.
“I love you too, Little Bean.”
“And Daddy, I love you too,” the girl said while turning to Kurt with her arms outstretched.
“And I love you. More than anything,” Kurt smiled, crouching down to hug her.
“Well, not more than anything,” Elizabeth countered, frowning. “You love Dad too.”
“Of course! That’s a given,” Kurt chuckled, glancing at Blaine, who smiled.
“And don’t forget Uncle Coop!” Cooper interjected in a loud voice.
“No one could forget about Uncle Coop even if they tried,” Kurt laughed. “And believe me, they’ve tried…”
“Rude!”
“I think we should get going, Kurt,” Blaine said, before Kurt could open his mouth to respond to Cooper. “We don’t want to hit traffic.”
“You’re right,” Kurt nodded. He turned to Cooper and Elizabeth. “We’ll see you both soon.”
“Have fun,” Cooper responded. “And try not to worry about Lizzie too much.”
“I’ll make sure he’s plenty distracted,” Blaine said, winking at Cooper.
“Oh, ew…I don’t want to hear about that, baby brother,” Cooper said, scrunching his face up. He pushed Kurt and Blaine towards the door. “Now get out of here.”
Blaine laughed. “’Bye, Coop. Thanks again.”
“You’re welcome. Now go.”
With one last flurry of goodbyes from all four of them, Kurt and Blaine were finally out the door. Cooper locked the door behind them and turned around to face his niece, a big smile on his lips. “So it’s just you and me now, Lizzie….what do you want to do first?”
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TBC if desired…
Uh wow so this happened. This is the cutest thing I’ve ever read omg.
mozzism / (© sunlight-fades-to-gray)
#au #fic rec #cooper anderson #daddy!klaine
Anonymous asked you: Could I prompt some klaine fluff with heavy making out and getting interrupted in an awkward situation by burt?
“I know,” Kurt says between frantic, hungry kisses, “that I should be,” kiss ”catching up with,” kiss ”everyone else, but—”
“Never leave me,” Blaine rasps, his voice gone desperate and rough enough that it sounds like it’s about to break, and Kurt squeezes his eyes shut and surges forward harder, lips sliding and dragging wetly over Blaine’s.
Blaine falls back onto the bed and Kurt follows, surrounded by the smell of home and Blaine and the sweet way Blaine sucks at Kurt’s lip, breathing out a shaky moan between them while Kurt kisses Blaine’s mouth again and again.
He never wants to leave again, ever, even though he knows he’s just home for the weekend. Blaine doesn’t exactly look like he’s going to let go of the back of Kurt’s shirt, where his hands are fisted into the material and clinging, any time soon, either.
“Blaine, we should—” Kurt gasps, pulling away, and he chokes out a laugh when Blaine tries to find his lips again, pouting when he realizes Kurt wants to talk. “Breathe, baby.”
Blaine nods, smiling sheepishly but still giving Kurt those big, watery eyes that break Kurt’s heart. Kurt can’t stand it so he hugs Blaine close, tucking his chin over Blaine’s shoulder while Blaine talks.
106. Motorcycle
Summary: Lovable not quite badboy, but not completely good, Blaine. ;)
“I swear, if Rachel Berry says something like that again in Glee,” huffed Kurt.
“I’m gonna get my video phone ready, because it’s gonna be good,” laughed Mercedes. Kurt rolled his eyes at her, but smiled none the less.
“Woah.”
Kurt and Mercedes looked over to Tina, who up until now had been silent. She was blinking over to the parking lot, mouth slightly agape. They followed her gaze, eyes falling on a motorcycle and its rider, parked in between two cars.
“Who is that?” asked Mercedes, voice low.
There weren’t any students at McKinley that owned a motorcycle. Puckerman had been wanting one for ages, though his pool cleaning money seemed to always go to other things.
“No idea,” said Kurt, trying not to let his awe show. But to be honest, it was a nice bike (he hadn’t been raised in his father’s garage without more than his fair share of automotive knowledge).
The guy riding it was also nice.
bentbackedtulip prompted: Blaine loves giving Kurt hickeys
The air conditioning blasts on Kurt’s face, improbably flushed despite the icy air. He tilts his head back a little further and squirms under Blaine’s lips - currently running firmly across Kurt’s neck as he leans over the centre console from the driver’s seat.
“Hickeys,” Kurt bites his lip, and gasps. “Blaine, hickeys. We agreed we’d save them for cold weather, remember?”
Wearing a scarf in summer is tantamount to holding a placard stating ‘my boyfriend is a vampire’. Kurt knows. Santana made a point of gleefully informing him last time Blaine got carried away while they were making out.
Drabble: Never Say Goodbye
YAY CHEESY TITLES
Summary: “You said you’d never say goodbye to me!” he yells, his eyes stinging with tears; tears of anger, of frustration, of pure sadness. When he speaks again, his voice falters and his head drops with defeat. “You promised me…”
A/N: for amanda who made a post and then caused me to write this during my math class instead of taking notes on slopes. i hope it’s what you wanted :)
ps- when blaine yells, i hear it like simba’s “YOU SAID YOU’D ALWAYS BE THERE FOR ME!” for some reason
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The lights are dim in McKinley’s weight room. He probably could’ve flicked more than just the one switch when he came in, but honestly, Blaine likes the dark. In some twisted, teenage angst sort of way, it’s almost like the dark of the room is symbolic of how he feels. Like he’s losing his light.
Chris sighed as he waited for Cory to enter the car. He had a long day and he was beyond tired. Lea was sitting right beside him and she was talking with him about something but Chris had no idea about what exactly, his mind drifting off to his bed. Maybe he would take a long shower or a bath before falling in his warm, comfy bed and let sleep lull him in.
The car door opened and Chris let out another frustrated sigh.
“Finally, Cory. It was about ti-” but his words got cut off by a grinning Darren.
“I heard you’d leave so I thought I could drive with you” he said, still grinning.
Cory appeared next to him and he looked a bit worried.
“Dude, I think there’s not enough space for all of us in that car.”
But Darren was already climbing in.
“I’m tiny as fuck, dude.” he said as he placed himself next to Lea.
Cory shrugged and entered the car as well.
Well, he tried.
“Dude, move, I can’t close the door!”
“Oh, yeah wait.”
And that’s how it began.
Darren pushed himself up, his elbow hit Lea at the side of her head.
“OW! DARREN!”
“SORRY.”
Cory pushed himself more in, trying to close the door, which caused Darren to get pushed, his head hit he roof of the car and with a muffled “oof” he let himself fall right into Chris’ lap.
He looked down at Chris with a innocent grin.
“Hi!”
“Uhm..hi?” Chris tried to look anywhere but Darren. But it was hard, giving that Darren was close, really really close.
They heard a thud and a triumphant “HA!” and the car started to move.
“Darren, please put your legs away. Seriously, for someone so tiny you have really heavy bones.”
Lea pushed Darren’s legs from her lap, the movement caused Darren to shift in Chris’ lap and his ass rubbed at his crotch.
Chris bit his lip to stop himself from moaning and his hands curled into fists.
“Sorry, Lea!” Darren said and shifted again to find a more comfortable position.
Chris closed his eyes as Darren moved, trying not to let his hips thrust up.
Think of something else, think of.. boobs. Yeah boobs are good. Boobs are..
There was a bump in the road and the car got a bit unsteady, causing Darren to jump up a tiny bit. The movement shot right into Chris’ now half-hard cock and he bit his lips hard.
Okay boobs are not enough.. think of.. vaginas. Vaginas and boobs. Naked boobs and vaginas.. yes…
Darren was talking with Cory, and he shifted a bit so he could look at him.
His ass rubbing against Chris’ crotch in the most delicious way, and this time Chris couldn’t stop himself.
He let out a low moan, his head falling back against the seat.
“Chris? Are you okay?” Another shift.
“Y-yes. I’m fi-IIIINE” he moaned loudly as Darren shifted again, this time to look at him.
“I don’t think so. Man, you look like you’re in pain. You sure you’re o- OH!”
He was staring down at Chris, mouth hanging open a tiny bit and eyes huge.
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Darren raised an eyebrow and rolled his hips back against Chris’ now hard cock.
Chris’ hands snapped up to hold onto Darren’s hips, trying to stop him.
Darren smirked then and began to slowly move his hips.
Asshole.
Chris’ head rolled back and he closed his eyes as he pressed his lips together.
Darren continued to move his hips slowly and Chris wanted nothing more than kiss Darren, rip his clothes off and pound into him while Darren rides him and oh! where did those thoughts came from?
He opened his eyes to see Darren still staring at him with a smirk on his lips.
Chris was just about to say something as the car stopped and Cory and Lea almost jumped out of the car.
“We.. we will just.. well.. bye, guys! Have fun!” Lea chirped and closed the door, leaving Chris and Darren alone in the car.
“Oops.” Darren giggled, actually giggled, and Chris felt the urge to slap him.
“Darren.. what?”
“Mhh? I don’t know what you mean.” And with that he turned around, his knees on both sides of Chris’ thighs, his hands holding onto the seat behind Chris.
“Darre- mhhhpf.”
He was cut off by a pair of warm, soft lips.
“Less talking, more kissing” Darren whispered into the kiss and he licked at Chris’ lower lip.
Chris automatically opened his lips and Darren took the opportunity to push his tongue inside.
They both moaned at the contact and Chris’ hand reached up into Darren’s hair, tugging at it softly.
“Chris” Darren growled and pushed his hips down.
Chris could feel him hard against his own erection and he threw his head back, moaning loudly.
He could feel Darren’s lips on his neck then.
Licking at his scar and his hands reached behind Darren, grabbing his ass roughly and pushing him down again.
“Chris!” Darren whimpered before he sucked at Chris’ neck.
They both knew it would leave a bruise but in that moment, it didn’t care.
They were so lost in the moment that they didn’t noticed how the car stopped.
The door opened and Darren jumped out of Chris’ lap, both of them breathing heavily.
“I.. uhm.. Mr. Colfer. We’re at your place now.. I uhm.. yeah.”
Chris blushed and he heard Darren chuckle softly.
He shot him a glare before sitting up.
“Thank you.”
The driver nodded and left to give them some privacy.
“Well, that was.. I mean.. I didn’t mean to.. but you looked so.. and I just had to.. you know .. and I -“
“Darren?”
“Yes?”
Chris smirked at Darren and winked.
“Shut up and get your ass out of that car. We should… finish this, don’t you think?”
Darren bit his lip and smiled.
“We should.”
mothafickle asked you: the story of kurt and blaine, as told by their pet cat.
Hello, my name is Benjamin, and this is the two hundredth day of my captivity. The humans have taken to calling me Sprinkles. My name is not Sprinkles. I do not answer to Sprinkles. I would piss in their shoes if it wasn’t so unsanitary.
The human with the strange hair seems to think that I am a dog. He keeps throwing toys and telling me to fetch. I do not fetch. I observe. I nap. Fetching is not in my job description.
I don’t mind the other human nearly as much. He is the one who cleans up my poo, so there is a certain level of respect to be had there. He doesn’t like when I nap in his closet, but I don’t like living in their apartment. Everyone has their cross to bear.
The humans make strange sounds at night. I think they are in pain, but I can’t be sure. I should probably investigate. After my nap, of course.
My slave quarters are acceptable for now, but I am still planning my escape. I’m thinking about Peru.
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