Kurt a La Mode [iPod Shuffle]
Title: Kurt a La Mode
Author:preferthemoss
Pairing: Kurt in multiple combinations of /Finn, Rachel, Quinn, Puck, Blaine, Schue, Santana, Brittany, Burt, Karofsky.
Rating: G - NC17
Warnings: Incest, slash, het, pregnancy, mention of crossdressing, and Blaine/OMC.
Spoilers: None
Words: 100-300 each.
Summary: Multiple Kurt Ship drabbles.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. (Read full disclaimer here.)
Notes: 1. Pick any character(s) or pairing(s) you like. 2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle 3. Write a drabble that is related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when its over. No lingering afterwards! 4. Do ten of these then post them.
It's not easy, or even bordering on such. It's awkward and emotional, and Kurt's dad's a little more than confused. It's kind of hard and uncomfortable, as Kurt realizes that it's so soft and so sweet. It's Brittany and her pompoms, her lipgloss, and her skirts. It's Brittany and her eyelashes, her bras and her shirts. It's hard and it's awkward, but Kurt doesn't mind, because if having a girlfriend feels this right and good, then maybe he's willing to let his life take a turn where his marriage won't have to be preformed in certain states.
Burt's clothes are dirty as he enters the house, hands covered in motor oil as he heads for the fridge. His shirt is untucked, and his buttons undone. His hat is slightly crooked, and Kurt fixes it with ease. His hands tremble lightly as he lets them run down his father's chest, standing behind him as Burt takes long, audible swallows from the icy bottle of water he'd grabbed from the fridge.
Burt's body is heated, a hybrid repercussion of working all day, and the feeling of Kurt's hands dipping low to his belt. The water is forgotten as the lights are turned out, and by the setting of the sun, Kurt, too, is covered in motor oil.
Finn's bed is unmade, as the Quarterback lays over the tangle of blankets, wincing continually as Kurt rubs at his leg, smoothing away the tense knot in his muscles. His fingers stutter over a tiny scar, one he'd never seen before, and some day, he'd remember to ask. But for now, he loses sight of it, as he presses his lips to the warm flesh just under Finn's knee, kissing at the spot that'd been crippling him all day.
Finn moans softly, sinking into the mattress, and Kurt smiles lazily against his best friend's skin.
The fact that Santana Lopez has an entire closet dedicated to party dresses doesn't surprise Kurt at all. It's when she pulls one off it's hanger, and tells Kurt to try it on, that he really starts to flush.
He's got a passion for fashion, and has swooned his way through the women's sections since he was four years old. He loved the sequins, the hemlines, the risky straps, but not once had he ever crossdressed.
"Come on, Hummel, you'll look fuckin' hot," Santana slurs out brashly, her tone mangled around a mix of strawberry-flavored alcohol and an unmistakable lust.
Kurt swallows deeply as his fingers run over the deep red silk, finding rough patches of tasteful glitter, and his eyes lock with the Cheerio's as he pulls off his shirt.
Kurt's only vaguely aware of the television in front of him, as Puck rambles on to Finn about how Cindy Larson didn't put out last night.
Puck's sitting on the arm of the couch, bitching to Finn about how she got him hard and walked away, saying something about something about some other thing that couldn't wait. Finn's nodding distractedly, not really listening, and Kurt isn't surprised when he gets up and walks away, leaving the cushion between Kurt and Puck completely empty.
Puck slides into it slowly, and Kurt's skin is flushed, as he wonders how it'd feel to close the short distance, and give Puck the ride he'd been after last night.
"'Sup, Hummel?" Puck asks finally, his first words to Kurt all night, and Kurt smirks darkly as he takes a deep breath.
The first time had been an accident, a moment of inebriated desire when Kurt ran into Will Schuester outside a bar in the city. It was a chance encounter that started with a spilled milkshake, and after Will had fumbled to wipe the thick, sticky mess off Kurt's designer jacket, more messes were made, and not of the cold variety.
The ringtone he'd assigned to Schue had gone off after that, again and again, and once more for good measure.
"I can't pay my bills, Kurt," had ended up with the student walking to the teacher's house, showing up on his doorstep with a condom in his pocket.
"Terri's giving me a hard time again," had resulted in Kurt's jeans on Will's bathroom floor, as the shower ran in contradiction, getting them dirty instead of clean.
"I'm nervous about Regionals," had spurred a weekend-long fuck fest, because, after all; there were two sets of nerves to calm with that one.
Kurt switched the ringtone soon after that, giving Will a simple beep instead of a Beyonce single. Because, by the middle of the month, the original song had become too repetitive.
Burt hadn't been accepting of Kurt's love for Dave. Azimio had been far from okay when Kurt's picture showed up in his friend's locker. Finn hadn't been comfortable watching Kurt pack, throwing clothes into a duffel he hadn't used since he was twelve.
The car was rusty and dated, and Dave had only been driving for two months. They had less than a hundred bucks between them, and Kurt was realistic enough to know that they wouldn't even make it out of state. But, as long as he and Dave were together, and there was no one there to judge, Kurt couldn't care less, because that was all he needed.
Kurt's hand stilled over his zipper as he forgot entirely his need to jerk off. His motions were abandoned as he fumbled with the computer mouse, fingers heavy on the buttons as he itched to click x, close down the window that was boggling his mind.
Blaine was sweet and simple, an angel of a boyfriend, if Kurt took a moment to be sappy. But, he was innocent and bright eyed, blushing intensely whenever things would get heated. So, seeing him now, like this, spread out on a bed on his steady hands and knees, ass being licked open by some unnamed pornstar, it was heart throbbingly shocking, getting Kurt harder and angry all at once.
His hand twitched over his belt as Blaine moaned on his screen, pressing himself back against the guy's open mouth. And as Kurt watched intently, remembering each sound, he finally flicked open his Dolce & Gabanna zipper.
Finn's voice was heated as he yelled out his accusations, words ringing through the house as Kurt sat idly on his bed, listening carefully to Rachel's soft rebuttals.
"You can't just show up here with fancy, pink cookies and sit in his lap, Rachel!" Finn screamed again, words clear and loud from the room across the hall.
"Finn!" Rachel snapped back, voice loud, but lacking bass. "You don't understand how badly I need him!" She tossed out angrily, and Finn replied with venom.
"And you think that I don't need him, too?" He asked incredulously, and Kurt wondered smugly how long it'd take them to realize that he was damn flexible.
If they were willing to share, there was really no need to fight.
Kurt's eyes grew heavy as he studied Quinn's face, peaceful and angelic as she slept silently beside him. Her hair was a golden halo framing her face, the face which was growing more radiant each day.
The baby wasn't Kurt's, that much should go without saying. But, he'd been there for her, from the moment she took the pregnancy test, up until her latest ultrasound. Her belly was a thousand feet wide by now, growing twice as quick as it had in the beginning. Kurt ran his hand over it softly, stirring the girl only slightly as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.
The sky continued to darken outside, and with his hand still spread out over the baby he so loved, Kurt Hummel finally fell asleep.
Author:preferthemoss
Pairing: Kurt in multiple combinations of /Finn, Rachel, Quinn, Puck, Blaine, Schue, Santana, Brittany, Burt, Karofsky.
Rating: G - NC17
Warnings: Incest, slash, het, pregnancy, mention of crossdressing, and Blaine/OMC.
Spoilers: None
Words: 100-300 each.
Summary: Multiple Kurt Ship drabbles.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. (Read full disclaimer here.)
Notes: 1. Pick any character(s) or pairing(s) you like. 2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle 3. Write a drabble that is related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when its over. No lingering afterwards! 4. Do ten of these then post them.
It's not easy, or even bordering on such. It's awkward and emotional, and Kurt's dad's a little more than confused. It's kind of hard and uncomfortable, as Kurt realizes that it's so soft and so sweet. It's Brittany and her pompoms, her lipgloss, and her skirts. It's Brittany and her eyelashes, her bras and her shirts. It's hard and it's awkward, but Kurt doesn't mind, because if having a girlfriend feels this right and good, then maybe he's willing to let his life take a turn where his marriage won't have to be preformed in certain states.
Burt's clothes are dirty as he enters the house, hands covered in motor oil as he heads for the fridge. His shirt is untucked, and his buttons undone. His hat is slightly crooked, and Kurt fixes it with ease. His hands tremble lightly as he lets them run down his father's chest, standing behind him as Burt takes long, audible swallows from the icy bottle of water he'd grabbed from the fridge.
Burt's body is heated, a hybrid repercussion of working all day, and the feeling of Kurt's hands dipping low to his belt. The water is forgotten as the lights are turned out, and by the setting of the sun, Kurt, too, is covered in motor oil.
Finn's bed is unmade, as the Quarterback lays over the tangle of blankets, wincing continually as Kurt rubs at his leg, smoothing away the tense knot in his muscles. His fingers stutter over a tiny scar, one he'd never seen before, and some day, he'd remember to ask. But for now, he loses sight of it, as he presses his lips to the warm flesh just under Finn's knee, kissing at the spot that'd been crippling him all day.
Finn moans softly, sinking into the mattress, and Kurt smiles lazily against his best friend's skin.
The fact that Santana Lopez has an entire closet dedicated to party dresses doesn't surprise Kurt at all. It's when she pulls one off it's hanger, and tells Kurt to try it on, that he really starts to flush.
He's got a passion for fashion, and has swooned his way through the women's sections since he was four years old. He loved the sequins, the hemlines, the risky straps, but not once had he ever crossdressed.
"Come on, Hummel, you'll look fuckin' hot," Santana slurs out brashly, her tone mangled around a mix of strawberry-flavored alcohol and an unmistakable lust.
Kurt swallows deeply as his fingers run over the deep red silk, finding rough patches of tasteful glitter, and his eyes lock with the Cheerio's as he pulls off his shirt.
Kurt's only vaguely aware of the television in front of him, as Puck rambles on to Finn about how Cindy Larson didn't put out last night.
Puck's sitting on the arm of the couch, bitching to Finn about how she got him hard and walked away, saying something about something about some other thing that couldn't wait. Finn's nodding distractedly, not really listening, and Kurt isn't surprised when he gets up and walks away, leaving the cushion between Kurt and Puck completely empty.
Puck slides into it slowly, and Kurt's skin is flushed, as he wonders how it'd feel to close the short distance, and give Puck the ride he'd been after last night.
"'Sup, Hummel?" Puck asks finally, his first words to Kurt all night, and Kurt smirks darkly as he takes a deep breath.
The first time had been an accident, a moment of inebriated desire when Kurt ran into Will Schuester outside a bar in the city. It was a chance encounter that started with a spilled milkshake, and after Will had fumbled to wipe the thick, sticky mess off Kurt's designer jacket, more messes were made, and not of the cold variety.
The ringtone he'd assigned to Schue had gone off after that, again and again, and once more for good measure.
"I can't pay my bills, Kurt," had ended up with the student walking to the teacher's house, showing up on his doorstep with a condom in his pocket.
"Terri's giving me a hard time again," had resulted in Kurt's jeans on Will's bathroom floor, as the shower ran in contradiction, getting them dirty instead of clean.
"I'm nervous about Regionals," had spurred a weekend-long fuck fest, because, after all; there were two sets of nerves to calm with that one.
Kurt switched the ringtone soon after that, giving Will a simple beep instead of a Beyonce single. Because, by the middle of the month, the original song had become too repetitive.
Burt hadn't been accepting of Kurt's love for Dave. Azimio had been far from okay when Kurt's picture showed up in his friend's locker. Finn hadn't been comfortable watching Kurt pack, throwing clothes into a duffel he hadn't used since he was twelve.
The car was rusty and dated, and Dave had only been driving for two months. They had less than a hundred bucks between them, and Kurt was realistic enough to know that they wouldn't even make it out of state. But, as long as he and Dave were together, and there was no one there to judge, Kurt couldn't care less, because that was all he needed.
Kurt's hand stilled over his zipper as he forgot entirely his need to jerk off. His motions were abandoned as he fumbled with the computer mouse, fingers heavy on the buttons as he itched to click x, close down the window that was boggling his mind.
Blaine was sweet and simple, an angel of a boyfriend, if Kurt took a moment to be sappy. But, he was innocent and bright eyed, blushing intensely whenever things would get heated. So, seeing him now, like this, spread out on a bed on his steady hands and knees, ass being licked open by some unnamed pornstar, it was heart throbbingly shocking, getting Kurt harder and angry all at once.
His hand twitched over his belt as Blaine moaned on his screen, pressing himself back against the guy's open mouth. And as Kurt watched intently, remembering each sound, he finally flicked open his Dolce & Gabanna zipper.
Finn's voice was heated as he yelled out his accusations, words ringing through the house as Kurt sat idly on his bed, listening carefully to Rachel's soft rebuttals.
"You can't just show up here with fancy, pink cookies and sit in his lap, Rachel!" Finn screamed again, words clear and loud from the room across the hall.
"Finn!" Rachel snapped back, voice loud, but lacking bass. "You don't understand how badly I need him!" She tossed out angrily, and Finn replied with venom.
"And you think that I don't need him, too?" He asked incredulously, and Kurt wondered smugly how long it'd take them to realize that he was damn flexible.
If they were willing to share, there was really no need to fight.
Kurt's eyes grew heavy as he studied Quinn's face, peaceful and angelic as she slept silently beside him. Her hair was a golden halo framing her face, the face which was growing more radiant each day.
The baby wasn't Kurt's, that much should go without saying. But, he'd been there for her, from the moment she took the pregnancy test, up until her latest ultrasound. Her belly was a thousand feet wide by now, growing twice as quick as it had in the beginning. Kurt ran his hand over it softly, stirring the girl only slightly as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.
The sky continued to darken outside, and with his hand still spread out over the baby he so loved, Kurt Hummel finally fell asleep.