Rating (overall, not necessarily in this part): NC-17
Summary: Kurt and Rachel are a Broadway power couple. When they start to have relationship problems, they seek professional help from marriage counselor Blaine Anderson.
Notes: This story is 100% complete and I’ll be posting a part a day for the next couple of days.
Warnings (overall, not necessarily in this part): infidelity.
They fight on the way out of counseling, which is ironic considering that they had been holding hands and smiling on the way in.
"I am taking this serious, Rachel. I agreed to come. I know that we need this. Please stop implying that I don’t care."
"You didn’t seem very attentive, is all I’m saying," she says. "We’re paying a ridiculous amount of money to air our dirty laundry, the least you could do is pretend to be interested, I mean, that’s what we’re paid to do, isn’t it, every day, pretend, we’re so good at that—"
Kurt slams the driver’s side door shut behind him and buckles his seatbelt with more ferocity than is strictly necessary. “Okay, enough. You’ve been dropping that sentiment all week and frankly, it’s gone well beyond tedious.” He jerks the car into gear and exits the parking lot, knuckles white around the steering wheel. “I get it, okay? I get it.”
She frowns, and the frown turns into a pout, and the pout back into a frown that she knows he is absolutely unable to resist. He’s angry, so this time all it gets her are the lines across his forehead smoothing out, but it’s a victory nonetheless; the sniping has peaked.
Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Klaine
Author’s Summary: Blaine Anderson (aka B.A. Dalton) is a writer from Los Angeles. Kurt Hummel changes him.
Categories: AU, writer!Blaine
Chapters: Prologue, 2 chapters + epilogue Word Count: 20K+
Title: A System of Touch (and Gentle Persuasion)
Word count: 45k
Chapters: 5 parts + epilogue
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/OCs
Summary: Kurt Hummel is just shy of seventeen, fresh off his first year of glee club, and ready to spend yet another summer bumming around with the locals in the Florida Keys—sunbathing and house-partying with his Florida friends at his side and his Lima friends on speed dial. But when a tiny, friendly, citrusy-tourist eye-candy of a boy keeps showing up around the pool, the beach, and running his rickety old bike into Kurt’s front hedge, Kurt realizes his summer is about to get a lot more interesting.
Title: Learning about Pluto
Categories: Humor/Fluff/Angst/AU meeting
Lenght: 20 764 words (2 parts)
Summary: Blaine is a primary school teacher. This year, he has a brand new student putting him through hell. Kurt is the kid’s father, fresh out of a messy divorce he’s struggling to figure out how to make it ok, again. When a dedicated teacher meets a frustrated parent - both just as committed to helping the small kid - they can’t ignore the chemistry between them.
Lenght: 25,429 words (complete)
Summary: Blaine is blind, Kurt is a skank.
“I’m sorry! I’m not making fun of you.”
“Yes you are.” Blaine says, handing him the glass.
“Just a little bit.”
“It’s not fair because I’ll never get to make fun of your pictures!” He whines and Kurt stops dead on his track. The silence is thick and then Blaine sighs and laughs “Relax, I’m kidding.”
“You’re gonna have to get used to blind jokes if this is gonna work.” Blaine announces smirking as he leaves the kitchen, glass in hand.
“What’s gonna work?” Kurt jogs after him. Blaine’s already halfway up the stairs and only sends him a coy smile over his shoulders that makes Kurt’s heart beat a little faster.
Prompt: All I want is something with Klaine or CrissColfer and one of them wearing a vibrator all day at school or work, with the other one having the remote control to it. Orgasm denial and desperate sex ensues. :D
“Can you help me out?”
Chris glances over to Darren as they’re heading out of the wardrobe trailer, not quite sure why that question came up. Yes, they’ve shared a trailer before, hotel rooms and who knows what else, including the backseat of a car on one memorable road trip a while back, but he’s confused because the wardrobe stuff that Darren was just given should by no means require assistance.
“Sure,” Chris replies without questioning Darren in front of the people who are milling around, unwanted witnesses to the conversation that might ensue, but respectful enough that none of them will blab about seeing them heading towards Chris’ trailer together.
Word Count: 97K
Characters: Kurt/Blaine, friendships of Kurtana and a little Bike Chanderson, and appearances and romances by all cast before S4.
Warning: For those who might be concerned, Finn is in this. Not heavily, but present.
Summary: Everyone is a senior. Marching band is the new glee club and Blaine is the new kid set to topple Kurt’s well-earned, and long-awaited reign as the lead trumpet in their award-winning ensemble.
Author’s Note: Thanks to my lovely beta and cover designer/pdf maker buckeyegrrl for encouraging me to make this one happen, for not killing me when I became more than difficult with making it happen, and for always being my loudest cheerleader – even though band kids traditionally hate cheerleaders. I make an exception for her.
Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty One | Chapter Twenty Two | Chapter Twenty Three | Chapter Twenty Four | Twenty Five | Epilogue
Title: The Bunny Boy
Rating: R, for language, violence, sexual and thematic content
Warnings: Death. Murder. Suicide. Violence both cartoonish and not. A lot of people die in a lot of different ways, and some may seem more tragic than others.
Summary: May you stay forever young.
Notes: This AU is loosely based on the series Dead Like Me, but takes liberties with the mythology for sake of consistency and story. Undying gratitude to Andrea for helping me breathe life into it, and to Christine for helping me make sure nothing was left hanging.
Reblogging since it’s no longer two in the morning and oh, hey - someone made it look all snazzy(ish) by including the graphic!
"But I think that my soul knew something that my body and my mind didn’t know yet. It knew that our hands were meant to hold each others, fearlessly and forever, which is why it’s never felt like I’ve been getting to know you. It’s always felt like I was remembering you from something, as if every lifetime you and I have lived, we’ve chosen to come back and find each other and fall in love all over again, and over and over for all eternity."
Title: All The Blood That I Will Bleed
Word Count: ~2,500
Kinks/Warnings: Angst, mentions of death and grief
Disclaimer: This is fiction. It’s built around several gossip pieces that have been floating around, but I make no claims to know these people or their lives. In this, they are fictional characters. Title taken from by Hey Ho The Lumineers
Author’s Notes: This is also not a happy fic. It ends as hopefully as I can manage, but I haven’t been writing for a while and this is part of the reason. There’s been this big, ugly, nasty knot of tension that I couldn’t move past, and hopefully now I’ll be able to. But I’ll warn you straight up, this is not a happy piece, and it deals with grief, and the ugly side of loving people.
Summary: To Chris, Darren is stupid graphic t-shirts and getting high at 3 am. He’s impromptu musical numbers and chinese take out. He’s the mixed taste of whiskey and diet coke when their tongues meet, and easy conversations through phone lines. He’s Star Wars references, and Downton Abbey marathons. He’s in there, Chris sees him, and it’s too hard to watch him pretend to be someone else.
Pairing: Klaine, previous Klaine
Warnings (for whole fic): supernatural elements, including ghosts, hauntings, possible possessions; mentions of ill practices of early 20th century asylums (liberties were taken); homophobia; racism; murder/character death (message for details if it scares you); violence; descriptions of vomit; underage drinking; brief discussion of suicidal ideation; unhealthy obsession; self-neglect; forced hospitalization.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine are souls meant to meet again and again. But sometimes they don’t quite catch each other.
Word Count: 10.4K
Warnings: light drug use, brief mentions of bullying, light comeplay, bottom!chris, barebacking
A/N: this is the longest thing i’ve ever written and i’m pretty sure now i need a nap. i wrote this for the ccauw this week and i probably got a little carried away, but whatever. title is from foxy shazam’s killin’ it.
Summary: Chris is a sophomore, Darren is a senior, and this is the best year of their lives.
Title: Straight On ‘til Morning
Word length: roughly 12, 000
Warnings: rpf. boys with feelings. (of course.) a truly gratuitous amount of food throughout. that’s literally it.
Summary: Wherein nothing happens. No, really. Or: AU where Darren works in an off-beat music store, for a given definition of the term, in LA, and Chris has just relocated. They meet, inevitably, and some sort of courtship ensues. Inevitably. (title taken from Peter Pan.)
author’s note: guys. i’m incredibly sorry for how long this took me? i would also like to point out that this is partially a love letter to all the amazing places to eat in LA. i - apologize? i really hope this, at the very least, makes you smile.<3 if you do enjoy it, please feel free to let me know – you can’t possibly know how much i love to hear from you.
an abundance of gratitude for: Trish, because i promise you, had it not been for her and her shameless enabling, this would not have happened. as always, Certaintendencies and Aubreyli, who are steadfastly patient and ever-encouraging. my inner-circle of pre-readers – which includes Trish and Certaintendencies, and also Yaya and K. (and so many others, who didn’t pre-read this time.) especially because they helped me find the right song for the ending. my shiny new beta, Grey, who did so, so great with this and my particular brand of writer-crazy, his first time out (with me). and literally everyone who i’ve talked to about this and who has been both encouraging and enthusiastic. i would greatly love to kiss each and every one of you on the face, beautiful, beautiful human beings.<3
i’d also like to say an official good bye to Mocha, in beta-capacity only, of course – we’ve been through some times, my darling. your support has facilitated in getting every single one of my previous fics posted. i love you to bits. always.<3
disclaimer: i make no profit from this work of fiction. and it is just that - a very creatively licensed work of fiction that did not happen and is entirely made up by my over-active imagination. both Chris and Darren are actual people and this is not Stranger Than Fiction so this is not true, real, nor dictating or documenting anyone’s actual life, etc., etc.
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Warnings: Previous canon character death (Kurt’s mom)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Burt/Carole
Word Count: 3.4k
Summary: Kurt is drifting into his senior year of high school; he bothers no-one, and finally no-one bothers him. In the four years since his mother’s death when he was thirteen years old, Kurt and his father have become strangers living in the same house. Until one day an overly-enthusiastic transfer student from some private school is asking him for directions, and his father brings home the mother of his once-tormentor.
Kurt kept to his room for the final few days before Christmas, lock firmly slid shut, and music playing just loud enough so he could pretend that the house didn’t exist beyond his doorway.
His room was the cleanest it had ever been - his closet rearranged by colour, his socks lined up perfectly in the drawers, nine pairs along and three deep. He had organised his extensive collection of Vogue magazines by date, tying up each year’s worth of issues in thick ribbon, the earliest copies in a bright cobalt blue through to the most recent, in a deep burgundy. He had cleaned all his jewellery meticulously and sorted it into an antique jewellery box he had bought at a thrift store. He had even gone through all of his boots, polishing them and then re-scuffing them exactly how he wanted.
And yet he still felt jittery deep to his bones, rootless thoughts twisting through his mind refusing to quiet.
The crackiest shit you will ever see me write, and it will make no sense if you haven’t seen Stargate SG-1.
An Alternate Universe in which Kurt and Blaine Put Up With Lots of Obnoxious Wormhole Shit
this is THE BEST thing i ever read. just so awesome.
kudos on choosing great stargate sg1 episodes. and #4.500 (i think you meant 200 btw) the part were finn is kissing a blonde girl! is so cleaver because Cory was an extra kissing a blonde in that episode!! (i was laughing so hard when i got it)
just love it.. more please?