Fic: 4 Klaine Prompt Responses
TITLE: Everything to Give
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Darren leans forward, his nose lightly brushing Kurt’s cheek before their lips touch. Kurt is pretty sure he is about to have a heart attack. Is it healthy for a heart to race this fast?
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Blaine/Darren)
STATUS: Complete - 707 words
PROMPT: HERE @ glee_kink_meme
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
***
When their lips finally part Kurt sits back, his eyes darting between Blaine’s. They stare at each other wordlessly until Blaine looks over at Darren.
“Well?” Blaine prompts when the other boy doesn’t say anything.
Darren is sitting on the coffee table, elbows on his knees, studying them like they’re a particularly interesting piece of art. “You’re still holding back,” he says after a moment, “I can see you doing it and I don’t really understand why. You have to show Kurt how much you love him through your actions. There is more to a kiss than just lips and tongue. It has to be...” He breaks off, struggling for the appropriate word. “I don’t know. I can’t really explain it.” He pauses for a moment before looking at Kurt. “Do you mind if I try?”
Kurt’s lips part in surprise. Wait a minute, is he suggesting what Kurt thinks he’s suggesting. “You- you want to kiss me?” Kurt finally stammers.
“Sure. I mean, if it’s okay with Blaine of course.”
Kurt’s eyes flick to Blaine. He knows that Blaine is worried about them and feels he is holding back too much in their relationship - that is the whole reason Blaine talked him into making out in front of his brother. But he is still surprised when Blaine nods and shifts over a bit on the couch.
Darren stands, moving to the newly created gap and Kurt swallows, his heart already pounding in a way it hadn’t been when Blaine was in front of him.
“Are you cool with this?” Darren asks, “because if you’re not, tell me now and I’ll leave.”
Kurt doesn’t know why, but that sounds like the worst idea in the history of the world. He shakes his head. “No, it’s okay.”
“All right.” Darren smiles and slides a little closer.
Kurt is pretty sure he is about to have a heart attack. Is it healthy for a heart to race this fast?
Darren leans forward, his nose lightly brushing Kurt’s cheek before their lips touch.
It isn’t a kiss. A kiss could never be this light, this simple - their lips barely even brush before Darren is pulling back, his lips hovering mere centimeters away.
Kurt swallows, the anticipation nearly killing him. What if this was it? What if this was all Darren wanted? Kurt’s lips part, the curious words on the tip of his tongue, but then Darren is moving forward again, one hand moving to clasp Kurt’s face as their lips touch for a second time.
It isn’t like kissing Blaine. Kissing Blaine always makes Kurt feel like he’s made of glass. Blaine never seems to want to push him or touch him in a way that could make him shatter into a million little pieces.
Darren, on the other hand, has no such reservations.
His hand tightens on Kurt’s nape and his tongue traces along Kurt’s lower lip. Kurt’s lips part on autopilot and Darren nips his lower lip between his teeth gently before melding their lips together.
And then... there isn’t any other way to explain it - Darren just devours him.
It is all lips and teeth and tongue and Darren’s fingers brushing over the small hairs at the nape of his neck, and Kurt is just... falling into it. He can’t stop himself from leaning into the kiss, giving everything that Darren asks for. He lifts one hand to grip Darren’s bicep - it feels like that connection is the only thing keeping him from falling.
Blaine has never kissed him like this. Ever. Darren kisses him like he is a man dying in the desert and Kurt just happens to be water.
It is... intoxicating. A soft whimper escapes his lips when Darren pulls back, but thankfully it is only to change angles and then Darren is kissing him again. Tongue swooping into his mouth, arms wrapping around Kurt’s frame and yanking him so close that Kurt almost falls into his lap.
And then, out of nowhere, Darren pulls back and Kurt is just sitting there - lips tingling, his breath almost embarrassingly fast.
Darren brushes his fingers lightly over Kurt’s cheek and smiles.
“See?” he says, turning to look at Blaine. “Give him everything, you won’t hurt him.”
TITLE: Eyelid Kisses
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: For a moment, Blaine thought that he was seeing things, but there was no mistaking the single tear that slipped unchecked down Kurt’s cheek.
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Blaine)
STATUS: Complete - 219 words
PROMPT: HERE @ kurt_blaine
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
***
For a moment, Blaine thought that he was seeing things, but there was no mistaking the single tear that slipped unchecked down Kurt’s cheek.
“Hey,” Blaine breathed. He reached out and traced his fingers lightly down Kurt’s arm. “Are you okay?”
Kurt laughed tearfully. “I’m sorry. I know it’s stupid to be crying over a bird.”
“It’s not stupid.” Blaine leaned his shoulder comfortingly into Kurt’s. “Pavarotti was one of us, one of the Warblers. She’ll be missed by everyone.”
Kurt’s lips quirked through his tears and Blaine smiled back, squeezing Kurt’s arm comfortingly. “And hey,” Blaine nodded down at Pavarotti’s tiny grave, “we gave her a proper burial and everything.”
“Her casket was dazzling,” Kurt admitted, wiping his eyes.
“It was perfect,” Blaine agreed.
Another tear fell from Kurt’s eye and Blaine stepped forward, catching Kurt’s hand as it lifted to wipe the offender away. He squeezed Kurt’s hand gently and leaned forward, catching the tear with his lips, gently kissing it away. Kurt froze beneath him, surprised by Blaine’s sporadic action. He let out a shaky breath as Blaine moved to kiss the opposite cheek.
“Okay?” Blaine whispered, his face hovering so close to Kurt’s they were barely centimeters apart.
Kurt swallowed and nodded.
Blaine wiped Kurt’s cheeks gently with his thumbs. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”
TITLE: A Week With Klaine
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: An extract from each day of Kurt and Blaine's week.
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Blaine)
STATUS: Complete - 700 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for a challenge at writerverse
***
[SUNDAY]
“What do you think?”
Kurt looked up as Blaine extracted a coat from his wardrobe. He held it against himself and lifted an eyebrow. “I’m thinking red capri pants and bow tie.”
It was a gorgeous coat. Kurt reached out and brushed his fingers over the fabric. “This is stunning, is it new?”
“Actually, it was my dad’s.”
“Vintage.” Kurt took the coat and held it out. “Here. Put it on.”
Blaine slipped his arms into the sleeves and Kurt brought it up onto his shoulders, brushing off the excess lint and adjusting the lapels. “It’s perfect for school tomorrow.”
[MONDAY]
“Those things will kill you, you know?”
Blaine took an exaggerated sip of his energy drink. “But they’re so amazing.”
“They make you look like you’re about to kill someone.” Kurt paused thoughtfully. “No wait, scrap that. They make you look like you’re a thirteen-old-girl who just realised that Justin Bieber is in the room.”
“Justin Bieber, really?” Blaine grinned and closed his locker door, leaning against the cool metal.
“That’s all my wit could come up with on short notice.”
“It’s Monday,” Blaine said like this explained everything. “I need something to get me through the week.”
[TUESDAY]
Kurt didn’t even realise how close they were sitting until his thigh knocked into Blaine’s. Their eyes met and Blaine smiled, crossing his leg in the opposite direction so that there was a little space between them.
“Navy vest,” Blaine muttered suddenly. “Green tie.”
“No way,” Kurt whispered back. “Dark green vest and a hideous green and grey striped tie.”
“Checkered shirt?”
“Oh, definitely.”
They both looked to the door of the choir room and waited patiently until Mr Schue strolled over the threshold.
“Green vest and a striped tie,” Kurt whispered happily.
“How do you always win this game?”
[WEDNESDAY]
“Hi!”
Blaine glanced up from his locker and smiled at Kurt. “You are in a good mood.”
“Of course I am. It’s hump day.”
Blaine frowned. “What’s hump day?”
“Are you kidding me? How could you get through all these years of school without knowing what hump day is?”
Blaine lifted an eyebrow. “Are you going to enlighten me, or...”
“Hump day,” Kurt began with an excited smile, “is the middle of the week. Monday and Tuesday, you’re climbing up a hill. Wednesday, you’re right at the peak-”
“And Thursday, Friday you’re strolling downhill,” Blaine finished amused. “I get it.”
[THURSDAY]
“So what are you doing Friday night?”
“Well...” Kurt stepped a little closer to Blaine, ignoring the teems of students that rushed around them to get to class. “That would depend on what you’re doing, I guess.”
“Breadstix?” Blaine suggested, smiling softly. “Seven o’clock?”
“Sounds great.”
“Good.”
Blaine stepped a little closer, reaching out and gently brushing his fingers over Kurt’s waist. “Okay, I’ll see you after class, then?”
“I’ll wait for you.”
Their lips brushed quickly and Blaine was gone before anyone could even begin to look twice. Kurt bit his lower lip, smiling - at school, this was enough.
[FRIDAY]
“Why is it, that we always end up dancing?” Blaine laughed.
Kurt shimmied around Blaine before sliding his arms around his neck. “Because it’s fun?”
The club was pumping, the music blared through the speakers and Blaine danced away and back again before replying. “I mean, we go to a nice dinner, and barely halfway through we’re making plans to come here.”
“They play good music. And besides, it’s the weekend!”
Blaine whooped.
“The whole point of the weekend is to shed whoever you are Monday to Friday,” Kurt said.
“And the only way to do that is dancing?”
“Absolutely.”
[SATURDAY]
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Kurt slowly drifted into consciousness. What in the world was that horrible noise? Kurt grunted and reached out a lazy arm to poke Blaine. “Blaine? Blaine! Your alarm.”
Blaine didn’t even move, just grumbled sleepily and buried further down into his pillows. Kurt yawned and rolled over, reaching over Blaine’s comatose body to hit the snooze button. This task complete, he flopped back down against the pillows.
“Why do you leave your alarm set on the weekend?” Kurt asked curiously, peering blearily up at the ceiling.
“Because otherwise I’ll forget to go to school on Monday.”
TITLE: Drabble (Rimming)
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: PWP: They were both so shameless, so much more open than they had been in the past.
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Blaine)
STATUS: Complete - 201 words
PROMPT: HERE @ kb_holidays
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
***
Spreading Kurt open wide, Blaine rubbed his thumbs against Kurt's hole before leaning forward and teasing the rim with his tongue. He slid the tip of his tongue in, probing gently.
When Blaine finally licked his hole, Kurt jerked forward and then back, unable to keep still. His toes curled and his back arched as his breath caught in his throat. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.”
Blaine purred and nuzzled as close as he could get, pushing his tongue in over and over. Everything was wet and slick and his hands wandered everywhere, kneading Kurt's arse cheeks, fondling his balls, and finally coming to massage his prostate and hold him open as he tongue fucked him.
They were both so shameless, so much more open than they had been in the past. Blaine made low, primal noises as he tongued Kurt and fingered him, taking his own pleasure as much as giving to Kurt.
Kurt kept moaning as Blaine tongued his arse and he didn’t stop moving. He fucked Blaine's hand and pushed back, wordlessly begging for more until he thought he might go crazy if he didn’t get more, get harder, get Blaine's cock in him. Right then, no holding back.
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Darren leans forward, his nose lightly brushing Kurt’s cheek before their lips touch. Kurt is pretty sure he is about to have a heart attack. Is it healthy for a heart to race this fast?
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Blaine/Darren)
STATUS: Complete - 707 words
PROMPT: HERE @ glee_kink_meme
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
***
When their lips finally part Kurt sits back, his eyes darting between Blaine’s. They stare at each other wordlessly until Blaine looks over at Darren.
“Well?” Blaine prompts when the other boy doesn’t say anything.
Darren is sitting on the coffee table, elbows on his knees, studying them like they’re a particularly interesting piece of art. “You’re still holding back,” he says after a moment, “I can see you doing it and I don’t really understand why. You have to show Kurt how much you love him through your actions. There is more to a kiss than just lips and tongue. It has to be...” He breaks off, struggling for the appropriate word. “I don’t know. I can’t really explain it.” He pauses for a moment before looking at Kurt. “Do you mind if I try?”
Kurt’s lips part in surprise. Wait a minute, is he suggesting what Kurt thinks he’s suggesting. “You- you want to kiss me?” Kurt finally stammers.
“Sure. I mean, if it’s okay with Blaine of course.”
Kurt’s eyes flick to Blaine. He knows that Blaine is worried about them and feels he is holding back too much in their relationship - that is the whole reason Blaine talked him into making out in front of his brother. But he is still surprised when Blaine nods and shifts over a bit on the couch.
Darren stands, moving to the newly created gap and Kurt swallows, his heart already pounding in a way it hadn’t been when Blaine was in front of him.
“Are you cool with this?” Darren asks, “because if you’re not, tell me now and I’ll leave.”
Kurt doesn’t know why, but that sounds like the worst idea in the history of the world. He shakes his head. “No, it’s okay.”
“All right.” Darren smiles and slides a little closer.
Kurt is pretty sure he is about to have a heart attack. Is it healthy for a heart to race this fast?
Darren leans forward, his nose lightly brushing Kurt’s cheek before their lips touch.
It isn’t a kiss. A kiss could never be this light, this simple - their lips barely even brush before Darren is pulling back, his lips hovering mere centimeters away.
Kurt swallows, the anticipation nearly killing him. What if this was it? What if this was all Darren wanted? Kurt’s lips part, the curious words on the tip of his tongue, but then Darren is moving forward again, one hand moving to clasp Kurt’s face as their lips touch for a second time.
It isn’t like kissing Blaine. Kissing Blaine always makes Kurt feel like he’s made of glass. Blaine never seems to want to push him or touch him in a way that could make him shatter into a million little pieces.
Darren, on the other hand, has no such reservations.
His hand tightens on Kurt’s nape and his tongue traces along Kurt’s lower lip. Kurt’s lips part on autopilot and Darren nips his lower lip between his teeth gently before melding their lips together.
And then... there isn’t any other way to explain it - Darren just devours him.
It is all lips and teeth and tongue and Darren’s fingers brushing over the small hairs at the nape of his neck, and Kurt is just... falling into it. He can’t stop himself from leaning into the kiss, giving everything that Darren asks for. He lifts one hand to grip Darren’s bicep - it feels like that connection is the only thing keeping him from falling.
Blaine has never kissed him like this. Ever. Darren kisses him like he is a man dying in the desert and Kurt just happens to be water.
It is... intoxicating. A soft whimper escapes his lips when Darren pulls back, but thankfully it is only to change angles and then Darren is kissing him again. Tongue swooping into his mouth, arms wrapping around Kurt’s frame and yanking him so close that Kurt almost falls into his lap.
And then, out of nowhere, Darren pulls back and Kurt is just sitting there - lips tingling, his breath almost embarrassingly fast.
Darren brushes his fingers lightly over Kurt’s cheek and smiles.
“See?” he says, turning to look at Blaine. “Give him everything, you won’t hurt him.”
TITLE: Eyelid Kisses
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: For a moment, Blaine thought that he was seeing things, but there was no mistaking the single tear that slipped unchecked down Kurt’s cheek.
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Blaine)
STATUS: Complete - 219 words
PROMPT: HERE @ kurt_blaine
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
***
For a moment, Blaine thought that he was seeing things, but there was no mistaking the single tear that slipped unchecked down Kurt’s cheek.
“Hey,” Blaine breathed. He reached out and traced his fingers lightly down Kurt’s arm. “Are you okay?”
Kurt laughed tearfully. “I’m sorry. I know it’s stupid to be crying over a bird.”
“It’s not stupid.” Blaine leaned his shoulder comfortingly into Kurt’s. “Pavarotti was one of us, one of the Warblers. She’ll be missed by everyone.”
Kurt’s lips quirked through his tears and Blaine smiled back, squeezing Kurt’s arm comfortingly. “And hey,” Blaine nodded down at Pavarotti’s tiny grave, “we gave her a proper burial and everything.”
“Her casket was dazzling,” Kurt admitted, wiping his eyes.
“It was perfect,” Blaine agreed.
Another tear fell from Kurt’s eye and Blaine stepped forward, catching Kurt’s hand as it lifted to wipe the offender away. He squeezed Kurt’s hand gently and leaned forward, catching the tear with his lips, gently kissing it away. Kurt froze beneath him, surprised by Blaine’s sporadic action. He let out a shaky breath as Blaine moved to kiss the opposite cheek.
“Okay?” Blaine whispered, his face hovering so close to Kurt’s they were barely centimeters apart.
Kurt swallowed and nodded.
Blaine wiped Kurt’s cheeks gently with his thumbs. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”
TITLE: A Week With Klaine
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: An extract from each day of Kurt and Blaine's week.
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Blaine)
STATUS: Complete - 700 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for a challenge at writerverse
***
[SUNDAY]
“What do you think?”
Kurt looked up as Blaine extracted a coat from his wardrobe. He held it against himself and lifted an eyebrow. “I’m thinking red capri pants and bow tie.”
It was a gorgeous coat. Kurt reached out and brushed his fingers over the fabric. “This is stunning, is it new?”
“Actually, it was my dad’s.”
“Vintage.” Kurt took the coat and held it out. “Here. Put it on.”
Blaine slipped his arms into the sleeves and Kurt brought it up onto his shoulders, brushing off the excess lint and adjusting the lapels. “It’s perfect for school tomorrow.”
[MONDAY]
“Those things will kill you, you know?”
Blaine took an exaggerated sip of his energy drink. “But they’re so amazing.”
“They make you look like you’re about to kill someone.” Kurt paused thoughtfully. “No wait, scrap that. They make you look like you’re a thirteen-old-girl who just realised that Justin Bieber is in the room.”
“Justin Bieber, really?” Blaine grinned and closed his locker door, leaning against the cool metal.
“That’s all my wit could come up with on short notice.”
“It’s Monday,” Blaine said like this explained everything. “I need something to get me through the week.”
[TUESDAY]
Kurt didn’t even realise how close they were sitting until his thigh knocked into Blaine’s. Their eyes met and Blaine smiled, crossing his leg in the opposite direction so that there was a little space between them.
“Navy vest,” Blaine muttered suddenly. “Green tie.”
“No way,” Kurt whispered back. “Dark green vest and a hideous green and grey striped tie.”
“Checkered shirt?”
“Oh, definitely.”
They both looked to the door of the choir room and waited patiently until Mr Schue strolled over the threshold.
“Green vest and a striped tie,” Kurt whispered happily.
“How do you always win this game?”
[WEDNESDAY]
“Hi!”
Blaine glanced up from his locker and smiled at Kurt. “You are in a good mood.”
“Of course I am. It’s hump day.”
Blaine frowned. “What’s hump day?”
“Are you kidding me? How could you get through all these years of school without knowing what hump day is?”
Blaine lifted an eyebrow. “Are you going to enlighten me, or...”
“Hump day,” Kurt began with an excited smile, “is the middle of the week. Monday and Tuesday, you’re climbing up a hill. Wednesday, you’re right at the peak-”
“And Thursday, Friday you’re strolling downhill,” Blaine finished amused. “I get it.”
[THURSDAY]
“So what are you doing Friday night?”
“Well...” Kurt stepped a little closer to Blaine, ignoring the teems of students that rushed around them to get to class. “That would depend on what you’re doing, I guess.”
“Breadstix?” Blaine suggested, smiling softly. “Seven o’clock?”
“Sounds great.”
“Good.”
Blaine stepped a little closer, reaching out and gently brushing his fingers over Kurt’s waist. “Okay, I’ll see you after class, then?”
“I’ll wait for you.”
Their lips brushed quickly and Blaine was gone before anyone could even begin to look twice. Kurt bit his lower lip, smiling - at school, this was enough.
[FRIDAY]
“Why is it, that we always end up dancing?” Blaine laughed.
Kurt shimmied around Blaine before sliding his arms around his neck. “Because it’s fun?”
The club was pumping, the music blared through the speakers and Blaine danced away and back again before replying. “I mean, we go to a nice dinner, and barely halfway through we’re making plans to come here.”
“They play good music. And besides, it’s the weekend!”
Blaine whooped.
“The whole point of the weekend is to shed whoever you are Monday to Friday,” Kurt said.
“And the only way to do that is dancing?”
“Absolutely.”
[SATURDAY]
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Kurt slowly drifted into consciousness. What in the world was that horrible noise? Kurt grunted and reached out a lazy arm to poke Blaine. “Blaine? Blaine! Your alarm.”
Blaine didn’t even move, just grumbled sleepily and buried further down into his pillows. Kurt yawned and rolled over, reaching over Blaine’s comatose body to hit the snooze button. This task complete, he flopped back down against the pillows.
“Why do you leave your alarm set on the weekend?” Kurt asked curiously, peering blearily up at the ceiling.
“Because otherwise I’ll forget to go to school on Monday.”
TITLE: Drabble (Rimming)
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: PWP: They were both so shameless, so much more open than they had been in the past.
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Blaine)
STATUS: Complete - 201 words
PROMPT: HERE @ kb_holidays
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
***
Spreading Kurt open wide, Blaine rubbed his thumbs against Kurt's hole before leaning forward and teasing the rim with his tongue. He slid the tip of his tongue in, probing gently.
When Blaine finally licked his hole, Kurt jerked forward and then back, unable to keep still. His toes curled and his back arched as his breath caught in his throat. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.”
Blaine purred and nuzzled as close as he could get, pushing his tongue in over and over. Everything was wet and slick and his hands wandered everywhere, kneading Kurt's arse cheeks, fondling his balls, and finally coming to massage his prostate and hold him open as he tongue fucked him.
They were both so shameless, so much more open than they had been in the past. Blaine made low, primal noises as he tongued Kurt and fingered him, taking his own pleasure as much as giving to Kurt.
Kurt kept moaning as Blaine tongued his arse and he didn’t stop moving. He fucked Blaine's hand and pushed back, wordlessly begging for more until he thought he might go crazy if he didn’t get more, get harder, get Blaine's cock in him. Right then, no holding back.