Kim wanted Anderberry siblings + Klaine and I love her lots so wheee!
"What’s put the pep in your step there, Berry?" Kurt laid a plate down on their table and eyed Rachel warily. She was skipping, almost bouncing around the loft, humming cheerfully while her loose curls swayed off her back and her skirt swished around her knees.
"I’m just excited for you to meet my baby brother!" Rachel beamed, clapping her hands together. "Blaine is so important to me, Kurt, and not just as a reliable duet and scene partner." Kurt raised an eyebrow. "But he’s such a sweetheart, and always stuck up for me when my classmates made me an outcast in school."
Kurt suppressed a laugh. “And what was it they made you an outcast for again?”
Rachel adjusted a pillow. “For awakening in them a deep-seated sense of artistic inferiority.”
"Right, of course."
Kurt gets about three sentences into his post-piercing chat with Blaine before the lisp starts making him really, really self-conscious.
"I hate thih," he grumbles. "The hwelling."
"How long is it supposed to last?" Blaine asks sweetly, his pajama’d image on the screen lagging just a little behind the sound. "Did they say?"
"The webthite thayh eight to ten dayth?" Kurt frowns. "But I can’t have - hot. No coffee! I’m gonna have hwelling and headache. Terrible. I love it but ho far…annoying.”
You move me, Emily. And reblogging this fic would just be an excuse to spend more time with you.
The first time Blaine sees the tattoo live in person, Kurt’s had it for about three weeks. It looks…dumb, if he’s being honest. Blaine can’t deny that in theory, the idea of Kurt having a tattoo is really hot - a flicker of stark black amid that absolute ocean of flawless, mouthwatering porcelain skin - but even with his adorable story about the flub and correction, Blaine can’t get over the fact that the font is muddy and that truly, “It’s Got Bette Midler” might be one of the silliest things to have tattooed on oneself, ever.
No, it’s not until the first time he touches it that Blaine really starts to come around.
Emily, this is a moment for me. About you.
There’s a nervous fluttery feeling in Kurt’s stomach as he sits cross-legged on his bed, his laptop opening and glowing blue-white in front of him. He absently runs his hand over his shoulder, the still-sore red patch of skin underneath the thin black of his tank top.
He hasn’t connected the Skype call to Blaine yet, and his fingers hover nervously over the keys. What if he had been too rash and too impulsive? This isn’t necessarily something that he and Blaine have talked about in depth, or even explicitly, so Kurt has no idea how he’s going to react.
With a sigh, the fingers of his free hand fluttering absently over where his heart is pounding fast inside his ribcage, he clicks call and waits for Blaine to pick up.
5.01 reaction fic. NC-17.
There are hugs and back pats and kisses on his cheek, he’s spun around and lifted up and feels quite a lot like he’s floating, drifting weightless from Dalton’s corridors to the parking lot and would easily just slip away, high into the sky, if it weren’t for the constant anchor of Blaine’s hand in his.
Blaine turns to him, hip propped off the open driver’s side door of his Volvo, breathless and smiling so bright the sun itself could only wish to be half as radiant. “My parents are still at work-”
“If you think I’m celebrating my engagement in the twenty minutes we have until your dad comes home with Thai take out, you are sorely mistaken.”
Blaine’s face falls, so dramatically it’s almost comical, and oh, Kurt does enjoy watching him squirm. Well, plenty of time for that later.
all the cool kids were doing it :)
He lays him out slowly across the duvet, no-shoes-no-belt-undershirt-only, and crawls up to him clad similarly with a smile on his face. They want to kiss and touch and fuck, god Blaine wants to fuck him, wants to consummate this like they’re already married. But they’re breathy, giggly, chatty, they want to talk too, like some great episode of their reality TV flavor of the week needs deconstructing, flailing and gabbing and oh oh and remember the part when. Except it’s not a flavor of the week.
Fic summary: An unlikely friendship forms. Dave learns to love himself, Blaine learns to trust love, and Kurt learns that love is both simpler and a lot more complicated than he expected. AU from 3.05 with canon elements.
Chapter summary: Sometimes you just need to go out on a ledge. ~7,000 words
Rating for this chapter: NC-17
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Interlude | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Second Interlude | Chapter 12| Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20| Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23
Note: Chapters on AO3 are numbered differently due to factors beyond my control.
Chapter 24: Floating
Okay so in addition to loving the wonderful, tension-fizzling moment that has been building for 23 chapters, I am in complete awe of wowbright’s prose. Seriously, it’s beautiful. The way the author describes Kurt and Dave both thinking about the kiss in things that are comfortable and familiar—Kurt with baking and the need for both cinnamon and cardamom, and Dave with clashing chords and melodies coming together—is just brilliant, and such a great use of detail and imagery to draw out a moment. Every line, every thought by these characters is purposeful and contains just the right details at just the right moment. The characters are tip-toeing through this development in their lives in such a realistic way; each movement they make feels real, feels hesitant, like that precise moment before you let yourself fall.
Even if this storyline isn’t how the reader initially perceives the characters, wowbright *makes* it believable and right, pulling the reader along for the ride. Some of the best stories allow the reader to experience the journey with the main characters, and I felt like I was in the room with Kurt and Dave, in Dave’s bedroom looking up at his model airplanes, in Scandals slowly coming out of my shell along with them. Also, the craft involved in writing a story like this, in making the characters feel alive, in feeling so close to each character when jumping from perspective to perspective, in knowing when and where to include exposition, in capturing intimate thoughts and realizations in a tangible way, is out of this world.
If I can ever get my prose half as good as what wowbright has been doing in this fic, I will be thrilled.
annahtur prompted: Early Klaine, saying goodnight after a date
A/N: Fluffy fluff! That is all.
It’s not that dark yet and the streets are no longer icy, and still Kurt finds himself driving slowly, hands gripping the wheel tightly, trying to keep his eyes fixed on the road as he navigates his way through Blaine’s neighborhood. He can’t stop himself from looking, though, can’t stop his eyes from glancing over at Blaine every few seconds, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as his sweaty palms itch to reach out and touch.
Two dates and a lot of free periods spent kissing in empty classrooms or abandoned common rooms, and he still cannot quite believe that this is real. He’s driving Blaine home after a date. He’s driving his boyfriend Blaine home after a date; a date they spent holding hands and talking and staring at each other and – blushing, yes, there has definitely been a lot of blushing going on on both sides.