Glee - Kurt/Blaine fics
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Kurt/Blaine
Let's Talk About Sex by lls_mutant - Kurt starts to deal with some of the realities of being in his first real relationship. [PG-13, 3500 words, no warnings]
"Just tired," Kurt said, because he was about as likely to talk to his father about sex as he was to wear something from Wal-Mart. Carole looked at him questioningly, but before he could even consider talking to her later, his father and Finn started an animated discussion about the basketball game happening that night, and Carole joined in. Kurt sighed.
reasons for walking on ceilings by preromantics - This is an AU for the events of Blame It On The Alcohol. Basically, it is two drunk, drunk boys. [NC-17, ~7500 words, no warnings]
“You can’t walk on the ceiling,” Mike says, from beside them, scooting over on the floor.
There are more people on the floor, Kurt realizes. Mike scoots especially close to Blaine, Tina seemingly somehow surgically attached to his ankle, coming along with him.
Blaine wobbles in front of Kurt’s face for a moment before twisting around too fast and toppling over a little, right into Kurt’s chest with too much weight all at once, except Blaine doesn’t seem to notice.
“Yes,” Blaine says. “Yes you can.”
The List series by preromantics - Kurt finds an interesting list in Blaine's bedside drawer. Takes place at Dalton. [NC-17, ~50,000 words, lots and lots of sex, kinks]
Kurt wants to be the sort of person to calmly shut the drawer and keep his curiosity to himself, except he’s not really that type of person at all. There is an extra folded up tie shoved in one corner of the drawer with a pair of socks, some paperclips and a battered looking notebook, but those aren’t what catch Kurt’s eye. In the front of the drawer is a string of condom packets next to a tube of lube with the top neatly rolled over a few times, just like Kurt keeps his toothpaste at home, along with a folded and worn sheet of paper tucked underneath.
What You Do To Me by skintightsocks - Santana sends Blaine a video of the glee club's Born This Way performance. [PG-13, ~3100 words, no warnings]
It's not porn. Well, not in the strictest sense. It's something even worse. Blaine watches the video four times before he walks stiffly to his car, his blazer folded over his arm and held discreetly in front of him.
Spin Me Around by skintightsocks - What happens at the Dalton end of the year party, stays at the Dalton end of the year party. [NC-17, ~5900 words, no warnings]
"I think that's enough punch for you," Blaine says as Kurt drains the cup.
"But I like it," Kurt says, pouting in Blaine's general direction. They haven't been together long, but Blaine's kind of stupidly easy to read and it had taken Kurt about a day to figure out that Blaine was wrapped pretty firmly around his finger already. He'd feel worse about taking advantage of it if Blaine didn't do the same thing to him on a daily basis. Or at least try to do the same thing - Kurt prides himself on being hard to crack, which means Blaine has to say please at least twice if he wants Kurt to listen.
A Winning Game by Aristide - Kurt can't stop thinking about sex and decides to actually figure himself out instead of being scared. [NC-17, no warnings]
He had been. Hypnotized by dick. “I can’t stop thinking about sex,” he said without thinking, and then winced, because God knew how Finn was going to take that.
But Finn just smiled a little and shrugged, sloshing warm milk over his hand, which he promptly licked off with his huge puppytongue. “Oh. That’s just because you’re a dude, dude. It means you’re normal.”
He was touched, offended, and comforted all at the same time, and it gave his brain a happy ten-second break before he told Finn goodnight and walked down the hall to his own room, his own thoughts, his own bed.
Date #7 by Aristide - Kurt catches Blaine in a compromising situation after date #7. [NC-17, warnings: slight embarrassment]
He was halfway through unbuttoning his coat when he realized he’d left his scarf in Blaine’s car (he’d worn it only because the spring night was surprisingly cool and damp, and then he’d taken it off only because their post-date goodbye had gotten a little… prolonged. And warm.) He took out his phone but then paused with his thumb on the button, blinking into the dark for a few unresolved seconds before he grinned, tossed the phone onto the bed, and left his room quietly, tiptoeing back through the dark house.
Of course, it was highly probable that Blaine was gone already-no reason he shouldn’t be. Only when Kurt crept out the front door and down the stoop he saw Blaine’s car still parked in the same spot where they’d said their goodbyes; that is, far enough down the street to not be easily spotted from the windows of the Hummel-Hudson residence.
Do You Believe in Magic by tamakito - Kurt is the canary whisperer. Told from Wes's point of view. [PG, ~5400 words, warnings: homophobia, classism]
Wes was becoming increasingly convinced that Kurt Hummel was a Disney princess. It was insane and, as ideas went, indicative of unhealthy thought patterns, but once it occurred to him, he couldn’t make it go away. All of the signs were there. Kurt had cartoonishly good looks. He had big, sparkling eyes; preternaturally amazing, poofy hair; skin like fresh-poured cream. He had a voice like a bell and used it to deal with his emotions through song. He had a loving father and a deceased mother. He had been forced away from his tiny town because he was too amazing for them to handle and had dreams too big, so they had treated him like a freak. He had an unsettling ability to wrap people around his finger given half a chance. He even had, effectively, a Prince Charming; Blaine was not unlike a Disney character himself, with his attention-grabbing eyebrows and ability make everyone like him.
What I Did For Love by tamakito- Kurt ditches Blaine on their second date ever when Mercedes has a boy emergency. Aww, bffs! [PG-13, 5000 words, no warnings]
But probably the single craziest thing was the one he was doing right now. Mercedes was really lucky her crisis had come now rather than two days ago; even friendship had its limits. That was the problem lately; friendship had plenty of limits.
A Thousand Points of Light or Shame by hedgerose - A mutant AU where Kurt can read people's minds through skin on skin contact. It puts the Karofsky situation in a whole new light. [PG-13, ~19000 words, warnings: homophobia, violence, strong language, non-consensual exposure to vivid sexual fantasies]
When Karofsky grabs Kurt’s face and presses his lips to Kurt’s, it’s the first time in months that anyone’s touched Kurt’s bare skin.
What’s almost worse than the violation of the kiss is the sound of Karofsky’s thoughts running through his head: fucking tempting fag stop fucking shoving it in my face gonna beat your fucking perfect face off--. Kurt struggles, breaks away, shoves Karofsky back (hands on his jacket, careful) when he tries to go back for seconds. He gets out of the school as fast as he can, not really caring who sees him. He doesn’t run (running just makes it clear that you have something to run from), but he walks with his head down, dodging the choir room (he does not want Mr. Schue’s false sympathy now) and the exit that he knows Finn uses. Kurt knows that at this point he’s running on sheer adrenaline, and as soon as he doesn’t have to think anymore (once he gets out of the building), he’ll be able to collapse.
step and sway by fire_and_fall - Kurt and Blaine learn more about each other, and Kurt does some serious Star Wars research. Canon up until the Christmas episode, jossed thereafter. [PG, 15000 words, no warnings]
It dawns on him pretty quickly that he can't let this - whatever this is - go up in flames like everything he's touched had before. He can't risk losing Blaine's friendship over something that he could easily be imagining anyway, and especially not because of some stupid teenage hormones that may or may not be right. There'll be no more elaborate plans, no daydreaming about possibilities, and no thinking about hidden meanings; those all led to complete and utter disasters in the past, and the consequences were enough of a slap in the face that Kurt knew to be more careful about using them again. Kurt wants comfortable, easy and nice too much, if only to see whether he is actually capable of these at all.
We Found Each Other In The Dark by robotsfighting - Blaine and Kurt have a fight after prom and Blaine goes to Jeff for help. [PG-13, 3000 words, no warnings]
When the door opens and closes, Jeff looks up from Joseph’s desk and smiles. “Hey,” he says. “Joseph’s on a date and Nick is, like, blasting Katy Perry or something in our room, so Joe said--” And then he stops. His smile drops, his eyebrows drawing together, and he actually looks for a second at Blaine’s face as Blaine leans back against the door with his eyes closed, his hand still white-knuckled around the doorknob. “Blaine,” he says softly. “You okay?”
Blaine lets out a breath through pursed lips that seems to evacuate all of the air from his lungs. “Yeah,” he says, and doesn’t open his eyes. “Yes.” His hand still clutches the doorknob like a lifeline.
Jeff turns a little more in his chair. He tilts his head, his hair sort of falling into his face. “I’m sorry, man,” he murmurs, “but that wasn’t, like, a completely credible answer.”
Deontological Ethics by what_larks - Burt should hate Blaine, but he can't find it in him. [R, no warnings]
The problem is the kid is so damn earnest. He walks in their door and the moment he sets eyes on Kurt he smiles and he says things like I’m crazy about you, or you’re adorable, or he doesn’t say anything at all, he just looks and Burt should find it incredibly irritating, but he doesn’t. Dads like him hate first boyfriends because first boyfriends break hearts. Watching Blaine and the way his eyes trail after Kurt -- not suggestively, but with something that steps pretty close to awe -- all Burt can think of is the fact that Kurt is Blaine’s first boyfriend too and Blaine seems much more likely to have his own heart broken than to do any of the breaking himself.
mark him once for luck, twice forever by regala_electra - Blaine gets a tattoo and it's way hotter than Kurt thought it would be. Future fic. [NC-17, ~1800 words, no warnings]
Now, he's got Blaine underneath him, almost whimpering with need because they've been so good, on their very best behavior. Okay, well maybe Kurt's been torturing him a little while they’ve had to wait: hurried hand jobs when they've had the time to spare, but he hasn't gone down on him since Blaine got the tattoo, despite Blaine begging him with his mouth and damn, Blaine's mouth.
Kurt had claimed that he didn't want to damage the healing process for the tattoo but in reality, he just wanted to see how long it takes before Blaine's lost his damn mind in his need to get his dick sucked. His oral fixation goes both ways although Kurt suspects he much prefers giving with the eagerness he's just sucked off Kurt.
just under skin by preromantics - Kilt porn, taking place when Kurt shows off his prom outfit. [NC-17, 6100 words, warnings: lots of sex]
"The pants," Blaine says, shaking his head and sliding off the edge of the bed so he can stand closer to Kurt. "You should take off the pants underneath and leave the kilt."
Kurt looks briefly down at his legs while Blaine watches, trying to keep his gaze steady and normal.
"That would throw off the entire look and feel," Kurt says, "not to mention my legs."
Blaine steps forward until he's close enough to reach out and drag his fingers lightly along the edge of Kurt's jacket. "Not for prom," Blaine says, "I mean you should take them off now. For me."
How Kurt Hummel Got Married, Fell In Love, and Met His Dream Man (In That Order) by aubreyli - A forced to marry AU. Kurt is forced to marry Blaine who is still...Blaine, so of course it works out ok. [NC-17, 20000 words, warnings: Minor character death, AU, insufficient explanation for the marriage systems exhibited in this fic, UNREALISTIC SEX, Kurt-angst, potential for future happiness]
Since then, his dream wedding has gone through multiple revisions, in accordance with the latest fashions, his ever-maturing sense of aesthetics (the current color selection, for instance, is a muted French blue and pale gold, because Kurt’s a winter, with deep chocolate brown as an accent color to add some warmth), and the object of his current admiration (Alex Pettyfer - yum!). As Kurt gets older, the wedding locations become increasingly exotic to keep pace with his ever-increasing knowledge of geography, and the fantasies about... ahem, the events afterward ever more explicit (seriously: in that first version, the wedding ended in a picnic).
But a couple of things have stayed the same: the first being that he is always “Kurt Hummel-_______,” because there’s no way he’s letting someone else get top billing. The second is his dream husband: he’s usually tall and blond (though he did make an exception for Robert Pattison after seeing him in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, an exception that promptly ended after Twilight), with chiselled features, a well-sculpted body, and a wonderfully sophisticated sense of style; a man who is sensitive enough to cry with Kurt at the end of Moulin Rouge, but butch enough to hoist Kurt up against a wall and fuck him till he screams (this last one’s a more recent addition).
Familiarity by rainjoyswriting - A bit of Kurt/Blaine + Santana friendship cuteness. [R, no warnings]
"I'm going to do this with David instead." One of Kurt's hands has made its way up Blaine's shoulder and to the back of his neck, and his eyes are on Blaine's mouth now, as Blaine dips him slowly back again. "He's an excellent dancer and he knows how to keep his hands to himself."
Blaine breathes over his mouth, "I resent the implication that I am anything but a gentleman."
Kurt just says, "Blaine," in that breathy fuck me now my hobbit prince voice, and Santana takes the picture as their mouths are half an inch apart. Their heads snap around to stare at her, Kurt bent halfway back and his mouth open, as she holds her phone up again and says, "Seriously, don't mind me, you two keep going. But do you think you could lose the shirts?"
They Slip Away (Across The Universe) by robotsfighting - Kurt relives some painful memories after the funeral. [PG, 2500 words, warnings: canon minor character death]
It was the roughness of a sob that made Blaine glance over again. Kurt could see it in his peripheral vision, and the way that Blaine didn’t look away. “Kurt,” he murmured, soft and shocked, “Kurt, what--”
“I’m fine,” Kurt said. He sounded not at all fine, even to his own ears. The words were wet and high and hysterical, and he tensed his body tighter, more compact, easier to handle. “I’m fine, I’m sorry, I’ll be fine.” His hands came up to his face, his elbows on his knees, and he started sobbing in earnest, back shaking, breath scraped in through his mouth in gasps. God, it was so embarrassing, so stupid.
Then There's Compromise by tara1031 - A scene of some summer fun with Kurt, Blaine and the New Directions. [3700 words]
"Where's Brittany?" Tina says, looking up at Santana, hand shielding her face from the sun. Santana just crosses her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes.
"Over at Artie's or something," She dismisses the question. Rachel's about to nosey herself further into the conversation when suddenly a football-shaped shadow looms over them. Kurt dives for the ball currently in trajectory for Rachel's head and knocks it away just in time, the fake plastic skin of the football skimming his fingertips and causing it to bounce off her shoulder instead. She startles and her hand flies to her bare shoulder, now red from the impact of the ball.
Good Samaritan by iden_cri - AU. Blaine steps in the middle of an argument and ends up with four stitches and the cute guy's phone number. [PG-13, 5900 words, warnings: language and some violence]
There were six people in total, observed Blaine, but it was obvious that they weren’t all part of the same group. Four of them, three guys and a girl, were clearly one party. They were dressed in a manner that Blaine would love to see draped over a motorcycle in a sexy magazine spread, perhaps with a fallen angel theme with highlights of black and silver. But at this time of night in this part of town, the leather and chains, combined with their body language, looked nothing short of terrifying.
The other girl and guy were standing straight and wore looks of stark disgust on their faces, but Blaine knew there was no way they weren’t uncomfortable, if not scared. They were putting up one hell of a front, however: the girl, blonde and in a pretty sundress and cardigan, gave a look of pure disdain to the thug who reached to touch her hair before her - friend? boyfriend? brother? - companion knocked the hand out of the way.
Eleven In The Morning On The First Day Of My Life by rainjoyswriting - Kurt makes a play list and has seriously thought this out. Blaine didn't get the memo. [NC-17, no warnings]
Kurt touches his arm and says, "I'll burn it for you," and pulls at him, just a little, turning him back to him, and Blaine looks at his mouth and it is ridiculous how pathetic he is at saying no to Kurt. The kiss comes harder this time, he can't help it, he digs his fingers into Kurt's hair still damp at the roots and Kurt holds him by the wrists, his breath beginning to shake his chest, and Blaine -
- terrifies himself with what he wants to do to Kurt in these moments. He pushes back, stands up, takes two steps away with an arm around himself and the back of his hand over his mouth, glaring at the floor, almost shaking with it all, and Kurt says sounding so lost, "Blaine?"
"This isn't a good idea. We should - I don't know. Go out, maybe."
"But . . ."
"Maybe get coffee. I." He rubs his eye, taps his foot, every muscle in his body is singing with energy, rattling like the ropes on flagpoles in high wind. "I don't know. What do you want to do?"
Scenes from a Westerville Shopping Mall by Caroline_Shea - Kurt and the Hudmels head to the mall to buy help Kurt buy Blaine an anniversary gift. Mayhem ensues. Very funny and sweet. [PG-13, 4800 words, no warnings]
Kurt had followed her gaze to a small sign above the picture frames.
“It’s perfect!” she’d cried rapturously. “It says here that you can get the picture frames engraved. You could put something meaningful or personal - maybe the date of your anniversary or something - on the frame itself, and then put a picture of the two of you inside.”
He’d gasped in delight. “Oh, my god, Carole - that’s fabulous. That’s exactly what I was looking for. Something classy, but with a personal touch. You are my gift-giving idol, and I worship you.”
Having the Time of Our Lives by lookninjas - The prom, before and after, from the perspective of various members of the Glee universe. [PG-13, 5000 words, warnings: public humiliation]
"It's not a big deal," Sam says, shaking his head. "I mean, I'm not totally sure how I feel about going with Rachel, too, 'cause she's kind of... But Mercedes is cool. We'll have fun."
"You will," Kurt says, with surprising earnestness. And actually, Kurt's been kind of extra glowy and smiley all day, now that Sam thinks about it. Twitchy, too -- at least, more than he usually is -- but definitely happy. "Actually, that's... kind of why I was looking for you. Mercedes said that the three of you were walking to prom? Part of Rachel's whole 'Prom on a Budget' scheme?"
All Eyes On Me by skintightsocks - Blaine watches Kurt practice his solo audition. [NC-17, 4300 words, no warnings]
"Blaine," Kurt says sharply, and oh, hey, they're in front of the stage now. Good to know. Blaine tries for a crooked smile but Kurt knows him well enough by now to see right through it. "Did you hear anything I just said?"
"Yes," Blaine says, his eyes immediately locking in on Kurt's collarbone again. "No," he says, forcing his eyes up. "Maybe? Kurt, that sweatshirt--"
"I know!" Kurt says, twirling happily to show it off, like Blaine hasn't spent more than enough time looking. "I used to rock it as a fitted-yet-oversized thing but my last growth spurt kind of ruined that. It still makes for a great rehearsal outfit, though, and I think it might be lucky, too. I was wearing it when I made the football team."
"The football-- I thought you were a cheerleader," Blaine says weakly.
The Only Thing That Looks Good On Me Is You by skintightsocks - Blaine discovers Kurt's Cheerios uniform. [PG-13, 3700 words, no warnings]
"That's from cheerleading, not gymnastics. And shoot, I think I was supposed to return that last year when I quit." Kurt shrugs. "I'm surprised Coach Sylvester hasn't taken a hit out on me yet." Kurt glances over at Blaine but he's just staring down at the uniform, uncharacteristically still. "Blaine? I-- I was joking about her taking a hit out on me. She wouldn't go through nearly that much energy for one--"
"You never told me you were a cheerleader," Blaine says quietly, and Kurt freezes where he's rifting through his clothes, turning back to stare at Blaine.
More by flyblckbirdfly - Kurt is a bit pre-occupied. [NC-17, 6500 words, no warnings]
Exactly thirteen days earlier, he and Blaine had finally gone beyond kissing. That indescribably perfect sunny summer afternoon had been amazing. What had happened in the days that followed was what had caused Kurt to change his ways.
Between the Lines by flaming_muse - Text messages between Kurt and Blaine before Kurt gets on the plane to New York. [G, 1800 words, no warnings]
I’ve read that people used to get dressed up to fly. These days are long gone, the first one read, and Blaine clicked on the picture to see Puck sprawled out in a chair in a disreputable tank top and a pair of sweats with holes in them.
You’d put them to shame even if they did, Blaine texted back, fond and kind of sad all at once, because he couldn’t be there to see it. Kurt had gone through his entire unpacked wardrobe yet again on the phone the previous night, brimming with so much excitement that the phone was all but vibrating in Blaine’s hand, and so even though Blaine could barely keep up with the pros and cons of each outfit he knew whatever Kurt had picked was fabulous.
And The Living Is Easy by flaming_muse - Summer days, lemonade, hammocks. [PG-13, 3100 words, no warnings]
“It will be worth it,” Kurt promised.
Blaine smiled at him and took a step closer, leaning his hip on the counter beside him. “So many things are.” He realized that didn’t make a lot of sense outside of his head, so he explained, “Worth it. The wait. Like you.” He winced at his complete lack of smoothness and waited for Kurt to laugh at him.
Instead of laughing, Kurt leaned in and gave him a soft, quick kiss. “You must be very tired,” he said, searching Blaine’s face.
You Look Good But You Sound Better by bitsi - Blaine runs into a familiar face at his Six Flags audition. [PG, 2000 words, no warnings]
“And how long will this take?” she asks and Blaine groans out loud, earning him an sidelong glance from the guy going over sheet music next to him.
“Alright, that will have to do,” she says when the attendant answers and Blaine straightens up. And not because her delivery is perfect, even though it totally is, but because that voice is unmistakably familiar.
Unmistakably Rachel Berry, in fact. Sure enough, she enters the studio looking like the picture of casual polish.
Kurt/Blaine
Let's Talk About Sex by lls_mutant - Kurt starts to deal with some of the realities of being in his first real relationship. [PG-13, 3500 words, no warnings]
"Just tired," Kurt said, because he was about as likely to talk to his father about sex as he was to wear something from Wal-Mart. Carole looked at him questioningly, but before he could even consider talking to her later, his father and Finn started an animated discussion about the basketball game happening that night, and Carole joined in. Kurt sighed.
reasons for walking on ceilings by preromantics - This is an AU for the events of Blame It On The Alcohol. Basically, it is two drunk, drunk boys. [NC-17, ~7500 words, no warnings]
“You can’t walk on the ceiling,” Mike says, from beside them, scooting over on the floor.
There are more people on the floor, Kurt realizes. Mike scoots especially close to Blaine, Tina seemingly somehow surgically attached to his ankle, coming along with him.
Blaine wobbles in front of Kurt’s face for a moment before twisting around too fast and toppling over a little, right into Kurt’s chest with too much weight all at once, except Blaine doesn’t seem to notice.
“Yes,” Blaine says. “Yes you can.”
The List series by preromantics - Kurt finds an interesting list in Blaine's bedside drawer. Takes place at Dalton. [NC-17, ~50,000 words, lots and lots of sex, kinks]
Kurt wants to be the sort of person to calmly shut the drawer and keep his curiosity to himself, except he’s not really that type of person at all. There is an extra folded up tie shoved in one corner of the drawer with a pair of socks, some paperclips and a battered looking notebook, but those aren’t what catch Kurt’s eye. In the front of the drawer is a string of condom packets next to a tube of lube with the top neatly rolled over a few times, just like Kurt keeps his toothpaste at home, along with a folded and worn sheet of paper tucked underneath.
What You Do To Me by skintightsocks - Santana sends Blaine a video of the glee club's Born This Way performance. [PG-13, ~3100 words, no warnings]
It's not porn. Well, not in the strictest sense. It's something even worse. Blaine watches the video four times before he walks stiffly to his car, his blazer folded over his arm and held discreetly in front of him.
Spin Me Around by skintightsocks - What happens at the Dalton end of the year party, stays at the Dalton end of the year party. [NC-17, ~5900 words, no warnings]
"I think that's enough punch for you," Blaine says as Kurt drains the cup.
"But I like it," Kurt says, pouting in Blaine's general direction. They haven't been together long, but Blaine's kind of stupidly easy to read and it had taken Kurt about a day to figure out that Blaine was wrapped pretty firmly around his finger already. He'd feel worse about taking advantage of it if Blaine didn't do the same thing to him on a daily basis. Or at least try to do the same thing - Kurt prides himself on being hard to crack, which means Blaine has to say please at least twice if he wants Kurt to listen.
A Winning Game by Aristide - Kurt can't stop thinking about sex and decides to actually figure himself out instead of being scared. [NC-17, no warnings]
He had been. Hypnotized by dick. “I can’t stop thinking about sex,” he said without thinking, and then winced, because God knew how Finn was going to take that.
But Finn just smiled a little and shrugged, sloshing warm milk over his hand, which he promptly licked off with his huge puppytongue. “Oh. That’s just because you’re a dude, dude. It means you’re normal.”
He was touched, offended, and comforted all at the same time, and it gave his brain a happy ten-second break before he told Finn goodnight and walked down the hall to his own room, his own thoughts, his own bed.
Date #7 by Aristide - Kurt catches Blaine in a compromising situation after date #7. [NC-17, warnings: slight embarrassment]
He was halfway through unbuttoning his coat when he realized he’d left his scarf in Blaine’s car (he’d worn it only because the spring night was surprisingly cool and damp, and then he’d taken it off only because their post-date goodbye had gotten a little… prolonged. And warm.) He took out his phone but then paused with his thumb on the button, blinking into the dark for a few unresolved seconds before he grinned, tossed the phone onto the bed, and left his room quietly, tiptoeing back through the dark house.
Of course, it was highly probable that Blaine was gone already-no reason he shouldn’t be. Only when Kurt crept out the front door and down the stoop he saw Blaine’s car still parked in the same spot where they’d said their goodbyes; that is, far enough down the street to not be easily spotted from the windows of the Hummel-Hudson residence.
Do You Believe in Magic by tamakito - Kurt is the canary whisperer. Told from Wes's point of view. [PG, ~5400 words, warnings: homophobia, classism]
Wes was becoming increasingly convinced that Kurt Hummel was a Disney princess. It was insane and, as ideas went, indicative of unhealthy thought patterns, but once it occurred to him, he couldn’t make it go away. All of the signs were there. Kurt had cartoonishly good looks. He had big, sparkling eyes; preternaturally amazing, poofy hair; skin like fresh-poured cream. He had a voice like a bell and used it to deal with his emotions through song. He had a loving father and a deceased mother. He had been forced away from his tiny town because he was too amazing for them to handle and had dreams too big, so they had treated him like a freak. He had an unsettling ability to wrap people around his finger given half a chance. He even had, effectively, a Prince Charming; Blaine was not unlike a Disney character himself, with his attention-grabbing eyebrows and ability make everyone like him.
What I Did For Love by tamakito- Kurt ditches Blaine on their second date ever when Mercedes has a boy emergency. Aww, bffs! [PG-13, 5000 words, no warnings]
But probably the single craziest thing was the one he was doing right now. Mercedes was really lucky her crisis had come now rather than two days ago; even friendship had its limits. That was the problem lately; friendship had plenty of limits.
A Thousand Points of Light or Shame by hedgerose - A mutant AU where Kurt can read people's minds through skin on skin contact. It puts the Karofsky situation in a whole new light. [PG-13, ~19000 words, warnings: homophobia, violence, strong language, non-consensual exposure to vivid sexual fantasies]
When Karofsky grabs Kurt’s face and presses his lips to Kurt’s, it’s the first time in months that anyone’s touched Kurt’s bare skin.
What’s almost worse than the violation of the kiss is the sound of Karofsky’s thoughts running through his head: fucking tempting fag stop fucking shoving it in my face gonna beat your fucking perfect face off--. Kurt struggles, breaks away, shoves Karofsky back (hands on his jacket, careful) when he tries to go back for seconds. He gets out of the school as fast as he can, not really caring who sees him. He doesn’t run (running just makes it clear that you have something to run from), but he walks with his head down, dodging the choir room (he does not want Mr. Schue’s false sympathy now) and the exit that he knows Finn uses. Kurt knows that at this point he’s running on sheer adrenaline, and as soon as he doesn’t have to think anymore (once he gets out of the building), he’ll be able to collapse.
step and sway by fire_and_fall - Kurt and Blaine learn more about each other, and Kurt does some serious Star Wars research. Canon up until the Christmas episode, jossed thereafter. [PG, 15000 words, no warnings]
It dawns on him pretty quickly that he can't let this - whatever this is - go up in flames like everything he's touched had before. He can't risk losing Blaine's friendship over something that he could easily be imagining anyway, and especially not because of some stupid teenage hormones that may or may not be right. There'll be no more elaborate plans, no daydreaming about possibilities, and no thinking about hidden meanings; those all led to complete and utter disasters in the past, and the consequences were enough of a slap in the face that Kurt knew to be more careful about using them again. Kurt wants comfortable, easy and nice too much, if only to see whether he is actually capable of these at all.
We Found Each Other In The Dark by robotsfighting - Blaine and Kurt have a fight after prom and Blaine goes to Jeff for help. [PG-13, 3000 words, no warnings]
When the door opens and closes, Jeff looks up from Joseph’s desk and smiles. “Hey,” he says. “Joseph’s on a date and Nick is, like, blasting Katy Perry or something in our room, so Joe said--” And then he stops. His smile drops, his eyebrows drawing together, and he actually looks for a second at Blaine’s face as Blaine leans back against the door with his eyes closed, his hand still white-knuckled around the doorknob. “Blaine,” he says softly. “You okay?”
Blaine lets out a breath through pursed lips that seems to evacuate all of the air from his lungs. “Yeah,” he says, and doesn’t open his eyes. “Yes.” His hand still clutches the doorknob like a lifeline.
Jeff turns a little more in his chair. He tilts his head, his hair sort of falling into his face. “I’m sorry, man,” he murmurs, “but that wasn’t, like, a completely credible answer.”
Deontological Ethics by what_larks - Burt should hate Blaine, but he can't find it in him. [R, no warnings]
The problem is the kid is so damn earnest. He walks in their door and the moment he sets eyes on Kurt he smiles and he says things like I’m crazy about you, or you’re adorable, or he doesn’t say anything at all, he just looks and Burt should find it incredibly irritating, but he doesn’t. Dads like him hate first boyfriends because first boyfriends break hearts. Watching Blaine and the way his eyes trail after Kurt -- not suggestively, but with something that steps pretty close to awe -- all Burt can think of is the fact that Kurt is Blaine’s first boyfriend too and Blaine seems much more likely to have his own heart broken than to do any of the breaking himself.
mark him once for luck, twice forever by regala_electra - Blaine gets a tattoo and it's way hotter than Kurt thought it would be. Future fic. [NC-17, ~1800 words, no warnings]
Now, he's got Blaine underneath him, almost whimpering with need because they've been so good, on their very best behavior. Okay, well maybe Kurt's been torturing him a little while they’ve had to wait: hurried hand jobs when they've had the time to spare, but he hasn't gone down on him since Blaine got the tattoo, despite Blaine begging him with his mouth and damn, Blaine's mouth.
Kurt had claimed that he didn't want to damage the healing process for the tattoo but in reality, he just wanted to see how long it takes before Blaine's lost his damn mind in his need to get his dick sucked. His oral fixation goes both ways although Kurt suspects he much prefers giving with the eagerness he's just sucked off Kurt.
just under skin by preromantics - Kilt porn, taking place when Kurt shows off his prom outfit. [NC-17, 6100 words, warnings: lots of sex]
"The pants," Blaine says, shaking his head and sliding off the edge of the bed so he can stand closer to Kurt. "You should take off the pants underneath and leave the kilt."
Kurt looks briefly down at his legs while Blaine watches, trying to keep his gaze steady and normal.
"That would throw off the entire look and feel," Kurt says, "not to mention my legs."
Blaine steps forward until he's close enough to reach out and drag his fingers lightly along the edge of Kurt's jacket. "Not for prom," Blaine says, "I mean you should take them off now. For me."
How Kurt Hummel Got Married, Fell In Love, and Met His Dream Man (In That Order) by aubreyli - A forced to marry AU. Kurt is forced to marry Blaine who is still...Blaine, so of course it works out ok. [NC-17, 20000 words, warnings: Minor character death, AU, insufficient explanation for the marriage systems exhibited in this fic, UNREALISTIC SEX, Kurt-angst, potential for future happiness]
Since then, his dream wedding has gone through multiple revisions, in accordance with the latest fashions, his ever-maturing sense of aesthetics (the current color selection, for instance, is a muted French blue and pale gold, because Kurt’s a winter, with deep chocolate brown as an accent color to add some warmth), and the object of his current admiration (Alex Pettyfer - yum!). As Kurt gets older, the wedding locations become increasingly exotic to keep pace with his ever-increasing knowledge of geography, and the fantasies about... ahem, the events afterward ever more explicit (seriously: in that first version, the wedding ended in a picnic).
But a couple of things have stayed the same: the first being that he is always “Kurt Hummel-_______,” because there’s no way he’s letting someone else get top billing. The second is his dream husband: he’s usually tall and blond (though he did make an exception for Robert Pattison after seeing him in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, an exception that promptly ended after Twilight), with chiselled features, a well-sculpted body, and a wonderfully sophisticated sense of style; a man who is sensitive enough to cry with Kurt at the end of Moulin Rouge, but butch enough to hoist Kurt up against a wall and fuck him till he screams (this last one’s a more recent addition).
Familiarity by rainjoyswriting - A bit of Kurt/Blaine + Santana friendship cuteness. [R, no warnings]
"I'm going to do this with David instead." One of Kurt's hands has made its way up Blaine's shoulder and to the back of his neck, and his eyes are on Blaine's mouth now, as Blaine dips him slowly back again. "He's an excellent dancer and he knows how to keep his hands to himself."
Blaine breathes over his mouth, "I resent the implication that I am anything but a gentleman."
Kurt just says, "Blaine," in that breathy fuck me now my hobbit prince voice, and Santana takes the picture as their mouths are half an inch apart. Their heads snap around to stare at her, Kurt bent halfway back and his mouth open, as she holds her phone up again and says, "Seriously, don't mind me, you two keep going. But do you think you could lose the shirts?"
They Slip Away (Across The Universe) by robotsfighting - Kurt relives some painful memories after the funeral. [PG, 2500 words, warnings: canon minor character death]
It was the roughness of a sob that made Blaine glance over again. Kurt could see it in his peripheral vision, and the way that Blaine didn’t look away. “Kurt,” he murmured, soft and shocked, “Kurt, what--”
“I’m fine,” Kurt said. He sounded not at all fine, even to his own ears. The words were wet and high and hysterical, and he tensed his body tighter, more compact, easier to handle. “I’m fine, I’m sorry, I’ll be fine.” His hands came up to his face, his elbows on his knees, and he started sobbing in earnest, back shaking, breath scraped in through his mouth in gasps. God, it was so embarrassing, so stupid.
Then There's Compromise by tara1031 - A scene of some summer fun with Kurt, Blaine and the New Directions. [3700 words]
"Where's Brittany?" Tina says, looking up at Santana, hand shielding her face from the sun. Santana just crosses her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes.
"Over at Artie's or something," She dismisses the question. Rachel's about to nosey herself further into the conversation when suddenly a football-shaped shadow looms over them. Kurt dives for the ball currently in trajectory for Rachel's head and knocks it away just in time, the fake plastic skin of the football skimming his fingertips and causing it to bounce off her shoulder instead. She startles and her hand flies to her bare shoulder, now red from the impact of the ball.
Good Samaritan by iden_cri - AU. Blaine steps in the middle of an argument and ends up with four stitches and the cute guy's phone number. [PG-13, 5900 words, warnings: language and some violence]
There were six people in total, observed Blaine, but it was obvious that they weren’t all part of the same group. Four of them, three guys and a girl, were clearly one party. They were dressed in a manner that Blaine would love to see draped over a motorcycle in a sexy magazine spread, perhaps with a fallen angel theme with highlights of black and silver. But at this time of night in this part of town, the leather and chains, combined with their body language, looked nothing short of terrifying.
The other girl and guy were standing straight and wore looks of stark disgust on their faces, but Blaine knew there was no way they weren’t uncomfortable, if not scared. They were putting up one hell of a front, however: the girl, blonde and in a pretty sundress and cardigan, gave a look of pure disdain to the thug who reached to touch her hair before her - friend? boyfriend? brother? - companion knocked the hand out of the way.
Eleven In The Morning On The First Day Of My Life by rainjoyswriting - Kurt makes a play list and has seriously thought this out. Blaine didn't get the memo. [NC-17, no warnings]
Kurt touches his arm and says, "I'll burn it for you," and pulls at him, just a little, turning him back to him, and Blaine looks at his mouth and it is ridiculous how pathetic he is at saying no to Kurt. The kiss comes harder this time, he can't help it, he digs his fingers into Kurt's hair still damp at the roots and Kurt holds him by the wrists, his breath beginning to shake his chest, and Blaine -
- terrifies himself with what he wants to do to Kurt in these moments. He pushes back, stands up, takes two steps away with an arm around himself and the back of his hand over his mouth, glaring at the floor, almost shaking with it all, and Kurt says sounding so lost, "Blaine?"
"This isn't a good idea. We should - I don't know. Go out, maybe."
"But . . ."
"Maybe get coffee. I." He rubs his eye, taps his foot, every muscle in his body is singing with energy, rattling like the ropes on flagpoles in high wind. "I don't know. What do you want to do?"
Scenes from a Westerville Shopping Mall by Caroline_Shea - Kurt and the Hudmels head to the mall to buy help Kurt buy Blaine an anniversary gift. Mayhem ensues. Very funny and sweet. [PG-13, 4800 words, no warnings]
Kurt had followed her gaze to a small sign above the picture frames.
“It’s perfect!” she’d cried rapturously. “It says here that you can get the picture frames engraved. You could put something meaningful or personal - maybe the date of your anniversary or something - on the frame itself, and then put a picture of the two of you inside.”
He’d gasped in delight. “Oh, my god, Carole - that’s fabulous. That’s exactly what I was looking for. Something classy, but with a personal touch. You are my gift-giving idol, and I worship you.”
Having the Time of Our Lives by lookninjas - The prom, before and after, from the perspective of various members of the Glee universe. [PG-13, 5000 words, warnings: public humiliation]
"It's not a big deal," Sam says, shaking his head. "I mean, I'm not totally sure how I feel about going with Rachel, too, 'cause she's kind of... But Mercedes is cool. We'll have fun."
"You will," Kurt says, with surprising earnestness. And actually, Kurt's been kind of extra glowy and smiley all day, now that Sam thinks about it. Twitchy, too -- at least, more than he usually is -- but definitely happy. "Actually, that's... kind of why I was looking for you. Mercedes said that the three of you were walking to prom? Part of Rachel's whole 'Prom on a Budget' scheme?"
All Eyes On Me by skintightsocks - Blaine watches Kurt practice his solo audition. [NC-17, 4300 words, no warnings]
"Blaine," Kurt says sharply, and oh, hey, they're in front of the stage now. Good to know. Blaine tries for a crooked smile but Kurt knows him well enough by now to see right through it. "Did you hear anything I just said?"
"Yes," Blaine says, his eyes immediately locking in on Kurt's collarbone again. "No," he says, forcing his eyes up. "Maybe? Kurt, that sweatshirt--"
"I know!" Kurt says, twirling happily to show it off, like Blaine hasn't spent more than enough time looking. "I used to rock it as a fitted-yet-oversized thing but my last growth spurt kind of ruined that. It still makes for a great rehearsal outfit, though, and I think it might be lucky, too. I was wearing it when I made the football team."
"The football-- I thought you were a cheerleader," Blaine says weakly.
The Only Thing That Looks Good On Me Is You by skintightsocks - Blaine discovers Kurt's Cheerios uniform. [PG-13, 3700 words, no warnings]
"That's from cheerleading, not gymnastics. And shoot, I think I was supposed to return that last year when I quit." Kurt shrugs. "I'm surprised Coach Sylvester hasn't taken a hit out on me yet." Kurt glances over at Blaine but he's just staring down at the uniform, uncharacteristically still. "Blaine? I-- I was joking about her taking a hit out on me. She wouldn't go through nearly that much energy for one--"
"You never told me you were a cheerleader," Blaine says quietly, and Kurt freezes where he's rifting through his clothes, turning back to stare at Blaine.
More by flyblckbirdfly - Kurt is a bit pre-occupied. [NC-17, 6500 words, no warnings]
Exactly thirteen days earlier, he and Blaine had finally gone beyond kissing. That indescribably perfect sunny summer afternoon had been amazing. What had happened in the days that followed was what had caused Kurt to change his ways.
Between the Lines by flaming_muse - Text messages between Kurt and Blaine before Kurt gets on the plane to New York. [G, 1800 words, no warnings]
I’ve read that people used to get dressed up to fly. These days are long gone, the first one read, and Blaine clicked on the picture to see Puck sprawled out in a chair in a disreputable tank top and a pair of sweats with holes in them.
You’d put them to shame even if they did, Blaine texted back, fond and kind of sad all at once, because he couldn’t be there to see it. Kurt had gone through his entire unpacked wardrobe yet again on the phone the previous night, brimming with so much excitement that the phone was all but vibrating in Blaine’s hand, and so even though Blaine could barely keep up with the pros and cons of each outfit he knew whatever Kurt had picked was fabulous.
And The Living Is Easy by flaming_muse - Summer days, lemonade, hammocks. [PG-13, 3100 words, no warnings]
“It will be worth it,” Kurt promised.
Blaine smiled at him and took a step closer, leaning his hip on the counter beside him. “So many things are.” He realized that didn’t make a lot of sense outside of his head, so he explained, “Worth it. The wait. Like you.” He winced at his complete lack of smoothness and waited for Kurt to laugh at him.
Instead of laughing, Kurt leaned in and gave him a soft, quick kiss. “You must be very tired,” he said, searching Blaine’s face.
You Look Good But You Sound Better by bitsi - Blaine runs into a familiar face at his Six Flags audition. [PG, 2000 words, no warnings]
“And how long will this take?” she asks and Blaine groans out loud, earning him an sidelong glance from the guy going over sheet music next to him.
“Alright, that will have to do,” she says when the attendant answers and Blaine straightens up. And not because her delivery is perfect, even though it totally is, but because that voice is unmistakably familiar.
Unmistakably Rachel Berry, in fact. Sure enough, she enters the studio looking like the picture of casual polish.