The Third Prompt Meme Post

[tamzinrose]

Welcome to the Glee Angst Meme again! You know how these things work. You can come here and prompt your most angsty prompts, and write stories filling those angsty prompts to let our characters suffer.

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Evil!Blaine (again because I want it >.<)

[anonymous]

They're on Blaine's dorm room, Blaine is inside him...everything is so romantic, hot, wet perfect...Kurt is so freaking happy ad he is so close to completion...until the door opens and Wes and David come in. Kurt just freezes, he is mortified, embarrassed...he just wants to crawl under a rock and die. Blaine is...absolutely normal, not embarrassed at all, actually he doesn't seem to even notice Kurt's discomfort

Re: Evil!Blaine (again because I want it >.<)

[anonymous]

*is browsing along humming, trying to find an idea for first Glee fan-fiction* *slams on breaks*
Oh...this sounds fun...and dirty. Haven't done M-rate yet. Might be interesting. I'll post link if I do it.
...Sorry for being Anon today, too. Don't have a LiveJournal account yet. Only a ff one. Yeah.
Eh.
*goes back to shopping for ideas*

fill! Two-Way Door part A

[anonymous]

I adore Blaine like I adore Carebears but I'm also a sucker of hurt!Kurt, so... Here ya go

B

[anonymous]

To Kurt’s shock, Blaine pulled completely out of him and slammed back in harder than ever before. Kurt screamed, voice hoarse, tears threatening to fall to the pillow below his face. One part of him was happy no-one could see his face at the moment; the other preferred being seen crying to this any day

C

[anonymous]

The lights weren’t on when Kurt pulled into their driveway. He parked the car almost hastily and stepped out of the car, flinching when he realized how wet the back of his pants felt. He could only hope it couldn’t be seen - his jacket was long, sure, but the second he’d shuck it all bets would be off

D

[anonymous]

The hot water was almost scalding but Kurt couldn’t bring himself to care. Every time he moved, just bending his body a bit, more of Blaine’s release dribbled out. With a sob Kurt reached a hand to his behind, circling the tender flesh

E

[anonymous]

The slushy was cold on his face. Kurt froze when the icy drink touched his skin, melting into a sticky, sugary, wet mass of raspberry-flavored goo. People laughed around him

F

[anonymous]

Most of all, when he walked into the cafeteria, Mercedes on one side and Brittany on the other, he saw all the male Cheerios standing around the jock table, each carrying two cups of multicolored slush. When they noticed Kurt they dumped the cups over

G

[anonymous]

The salad was horrible. There was no other word for it. Kurt scrunched up his nose, poking the vegetables drenched in cream-based dressing. He couldn’t even imagine what it would do to his skin if he so much as touched the monstrosity

H

[anonymous]

“Kurt, come on”, Artie spoke softly. The teen glared at the figure behind Kurt and then, without a warning, grabbed Kurt and pulled him down to his lap. Kurt didn’t even try pulling away when Artie’s arms wrapped around him. The brunet laid his head on Artie’s shoulder and droned out, ignoring everything around him

I

[anonymous]

For the first time since Karofsky’s kiss on the locker room, Kurt was filled with rage welling deep inside him. The brunet shook like a leaf, giving Puck the hardest, angriest, most hateful glare he could

J

[anonymous]

“That stupid, stupid, stupid!” Kurt rambled. His voice dropped to whisper during the last word. “I can’t believe I let him play me like that

K

[anonymous]

“Fucking sonuvabitch!” Puck growled. Kurt couldn’t see what happened but there was a loud crash, the sound of something breaking. “I’m going to kill him! Fuck, fuck, fuck

L

[anonymous]

The hallways of McKinley hadn’t changed at all during the three months Kurt had stayed there. The red lockers had chips of paint missing from them, the floors were dirty, the students scoffing, cruel. Sure, Karofsky avoided him whenever possible, though Kurt was slowly starting to feel pity towards the other teen

M

[anonymous]

When Kurt had ran to his car, crying and terrified, he had thought he’d never have to see the Dalton Academy again. His dad had taken care of his belongings and that had been it. He had honestly believed that the fantastic building and the dark blue uniforms were but a part of his history, never to be brought up again in places other than his nightmares

N

[anonymous]

He didn’t stop walking until he stood at the topmost step. A Warbler sat right next to him, smiling nervously. Kurt wasn’t sure if he wanted to acknowledge the other’s presence or not. He didn’t need to ponder on it for long, though, as their music began