Prompt Post #13
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PART FIVE
PART SIX
PART SEVEN
PART EIGHT
PART NINE
PART TEN
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Blaine stalks Kurt
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Blaine manages to convince Kurt to finger himself/play with himself in front of a window so Blaine can see.
I want Blaine commanding him vis text message.
Maybe blaine can send him a vibrator or a plug in the mail and makes him wear it all day so Kurt is extra desperate.
Blaine making Kurt beg for it.
I want Blaine to have complete control over Kurt even though he isn't there.
Would love a long fill with plot but either way will be unbelievably greatly appreciated :D
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Blaine Anderson learned he was sick when he was eight years old.
Blaine worshipped his big brother, Cooper, and all his friends. They were sixteen. Big kids. So cool. Cooper drove a shiny black car their parents bought special just for him. His friends were always over the house, playing video games in his bedroom and basketball in the driveway ( ... )
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“That’s ridiculous, Blaine,” his mother scoffed when Blaine sat them down in the living room after dinner one evening. “You’re a good-looking boy. You belong with girls, not with…other boys. That’s…”
Sick.“Go finish your homework, please,” she said dismissively. “We’re not talking about this anymore ( ... )
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Sixteen years, nine months and two days after his world shatters, Blaine sees a glimmer of light shine among the broken pieces.
The man stands behind the register at the corner coffee shop down the street from Blaine’s office - his day job in sales that he fucking hates; another piece of fiction in the sham that is his life ( ... )
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“So, umm...” Blaine starts, four days after their eyes met for the first time.
“Kurt,” the man supplies.
“Kurt.” Blaine’s mouth curls around the word. It fits nicely. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. Are you new?”
The man - Kurt - nods. “I started last week. I just moved a few blocks from here ( ... )
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“I made this one special for you,” he says, his voice soft and sing-songy in a way Blaine’s never heard it before. “On the house.”
“Thanks, Kurt.” A tiny burst of joy trickles down from his smile to his heart, suffocating the insistent pangs of sick and fag and wrong that stab him there every other moment of every day.
Kurt nervously bites down on his lower lip, and Blaine can’t tear his eyes from the tiny pearls of white digging into luscious pink skin. “Don’t throw that cup away, now,” Kurt says coyly. And with a wink, he turns to take another customer’s order.
As Blaine walks out of the café, he absently peers down at his cup, smooth and warm in his hands. The tiny script, written in black ink on white paperboard, immediately catches his eye.
Kurt
646-555-2421Blaine sips his coffee slowly, so slowly he can barely taste it, as he blindly ( ... )
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I should post the next chapter by next weekend. My updates might not be as frequent as other fics but I try to make them worth the wait!
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(Also, you're formatting is spot-on for not having filled before.)
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This love story was going to be a sweet and happy and fluffy ordinary NY love story. but Cooper ruined everything!! damn you!!! I wish this would be something hopeful.
I can't wait for the next update!
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