Klaine: In the Library
(I never liked Anderberry, I can’t pull Badboy!Blaine, I never read the HP books to know a thing about writing it… so that leaves us only one thing to write on!
Thank you, kindest anon, for the prompts! Well, I don’t know if you’re the same anon from the Niff prompt, but thank you nonetheless!)
Rating: PG-13
AU: Nerd!Blaine, Cheerio!Kurt
Summary: Blaine doesn’t understand why Kurt, his best friend (now at the top of the food chain), would want to hang out with him, the kid who’s been labeled the “biggest nerd” on school.
Blaine Anderson pushed his reading glasses up from where they’d slid down to the tip of his nose as he intently read a book in the school library. He’d been waiting for it to come out since he finished the previous installment last year, and this place is where he truly felt home: surrounded by the words and pages of the familiar books, where he could read and study and be without the jocks and the meaningful Cheerios throwing him slushies or laughing at him.
At least not all of the Cheerios were that bad. In fact, one of them was not bad at all, the captain of the team.
“May I accompany you?”
Make Me A Superstar (NC-17) Klaine (Stripper!Kurt)
Summary: Blaine is a very successful music producer. Kurt is a very successful stripper. What happens when Blaine’s friends decide he needs to loosen up.
SIDE NOTE: I heard this song (which is below the read more) and I couldn’t shake this idea. I mean the lyrics are fucking PERFECT for this.
(Source: naomiraven)
Robot!Darren crackfic
AN: Robot!Darren crackfic - G ~2200 words. Or what happens when the Glee hiatus goes too long and I lose all control over my brain. But really, is there any other explanation for that guy? Come on now.
“Hey Darren! Joey let me in,” Chris calls out as he makes his way down the hallway to Darren’s bedroom. “I brought some food and the script. Thought you might want to go over…”
Chris’ hand is on the door and he’s pushing it open just as Darren yells out a panicked, strangled, “No! Wait. Chris don’t…”
“…it.”
“…open the door.”
Chris isn’t often speechless, and he usually has a quick quip for any situation, but the tableau that greets him on the other side of the door does nothing short of completely shutting down his brain.
#crisscolfer #darren criss #chris colfer #drabbles #au #i guess?
Awake My Soul
Title: Awake My Soul
Pairing: Flad
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nothing too major, just a blowjob and some frottage
A/N: So I got this prompt back a while ago and started it a while ago too, but then I got distracted and forgot about it so I decided to pull it out and finish it. And the title probably sucks, but I couldn’t come up with another one.
It’s probably crap, but it’s Flad so…enjoy.
And I just realized that I’m going to be bringing back all the Flad feels with this, and people will flood Andrea’s askbox creying about Flad…whoops.
Prompt: Thad has a problem with studying and that includes sleep depriving himself to do it. Flad.
Jogan Convo: Catscratch
Something to read.
And this is the part where I hide under a rock because I’m afraid people who read this won’t like it.
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Julian blinks up at the ceiling, feeling the light pressure around his pinky finger pull at his skin when the warm body beside him stirs. He swallows back the nervousness that lodges in his throat as he slowly sits up, chocolate brown meeting emerald green.
Logan smiles up at the actor, the wide toothy grin lighting up his features. It suits him.
“You’re awake,” Julian says, as always, finding Logan’s smile infectious as it melts away his anxiety.
The blonde’s grin gets wider.
“Actually… I’ve been awake for a while now,” he replies, getting up and pulling Julian in for a kiss. “You’re adorable when you’re asleep.”
Logan chuckles when Julian blushes and pushes him away.
“I hate you,” the brunette mutters jokingly as he jumps off the side of the bed and heads for the bathroom—he stops in his tracks when he feels Logan’s sudden change of mood.
The smile has disappeared.
The bright red thread connecting the two wavers, as if it’s about to break.
The blonde’s expression is close to a frown.
“I was kidding—” Julian starts, but is cut off when the other boy stands, emerald eyes swimming in misery.
“Wake up.”
The actor’s own eyes widen.
“What—”
“Wake up, Julian. Please.”
“I am awake, you squid.”
Squid.
Wait.
No.
That isn’t right.
This isn’t part of the dream.
“Please just wake up.”
And suddenly the floor opens into a bottomless pit.
Julian falls.
Logan screams Julian’s name.
‘Julian’ he cries.
“Julian!”
“JULIAN!”
Logan cradles the unconscious brunette actor in his arms, tears escaping from underneath his eyelids. This shouldn’t have happened. If only—if only—
A shallow breath, labored.
Julian coughs, obviously pained.
He brings up a shaky hand to touch the blonde’s cheek, fingers leaving marks on the soot-stained skin.
Logan fights back a sob.
“Time to leave again,” Julian murmurs.
“No. No, I won’t allow it,” Logan answers, his hands finding Julian’s own. “I won’t let you.”
“I’m sorry,” the actor breathes, voice trembling with unshed tears.
Fingers intertwine.
A kiss to the forehead.
Gone.
Based off of this post, which started the ‘vese in which Blaine and Rachel are related. Which I have become extremely obsessed with.
“So there I am, singing in the choir room, when all of a sudden Sugar just waltzes in and starts making that noise that she claims is singing over me. And I was just like ‘How dare you?’ But she just kept screeching and Finn just sat there laughing and –”
Kurt laughed as he lounged on Rachel’s bed, resting his head on Mercedes shoulder. They were having one of their sleepovers, which were becoming less and less frequent as they got older and therefore busier, but they still happened at least once every few weeks. “No offense, Rachel,” Kurt interrupted her. “But that’s what you do to the whole of New Directions on a daily basis.”
“I do not!” Rachel protested, looking shocked.
“Honey, you do,” Mercedes agreed as she painted a layer of purple nail polish on her thumb. “But we’re all used to it.”
The short brunette huffed and threw a pillow at Mercedes. “Well I’m sorry that I can’t let my talent go to waste,” she said. “It’s really for the benefit of everyone.”
Kurt chuckled and shook his head fondly. He was about to reply when he saw the shifting of a shadow outside of Rachel’s room. “Rachel,” he whispered, “Someone’s outside your door.”
“Hey!” Rachel yelled, throwing a different pillow at the door, “Blaine, get out!”
Kurt was always shocked by Rachel’s ability to know when Blaine’s presence was around. However, his internal musings were put to a halt as Blaine pushed the door open and walked into the room.
Kurt hadn’t seen Blaine in about a year. He was a year younger than himself and Rachel, and, as of the previous year, Rachel’s parents had enrolled him at the Dalton Academy in Westerville, since he was apparently some genius or something.
He looked older, his hair gelled down, his shoulder broader, an afternoon shadow showing on his face.
Kurt watched as Blaine took in the room, returning his attention back to the nail file as Blaine deflated slightly. “You’re having another sleepover without me?” Blaine pouted, sticking his lower lip out in that way he had been doing since he was a toddler.
“Yes, Blaine, younger siblings aren’t ever invited to the older sibling’s sleepovers,” Rachel huffed, “That’s just how it is.”
“I’m only ten months younger than you!” Blaine protested, coming fully into the room now. “And, for your information, people at Dalton think that I’m a Senior, while I’m sure people at your school often think that you’re a visiting middle-schooler.”
Mercedes clamped her hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh as Kurt watched Rachel’s expression.
“Just so you know,” Rachel retorted once she composed herself, “I’m still older than you.”
“Obviously,” Blaine shrugged. “You point it out every time we talk, and –” He paused as his eyes landing on Kurt, his cheeks tinting slightly. “Oh,” he said quietly. “Hi, Kurt.”
“Hey, Blaine,” Kurt smiled, still mainly focusing on the nail file. “How are you?”
Blaine walked over to the bed and sat on the edge next to Kurt. “I’m good,” he answered. Kurt looked up and caught his eyes, causing the younger boy to blush again slightly. “I’m actually lead singer for the Warblers now,” he continued on. “We’re planning on doing a Katy Perry song soon.”
“That’s great!” Kurt replied, grinning at Blaine. “I guess we’ll see you at Sectionals then?”
“Yep,” Blaine nodded, shifting a little closer to Kurt. “I would tell you what I’m singing but –“
“Competition, I know,” Kurt said with a chuckle. “You are Rachel’s brother, after all. Being worried about competition is in your blood.”
Blaine laughed and opened his mouth to say something else, but Rachel beat him to it.
“Look, Blaine, this has been great an all and we really love your presence, but if you could please leave now that would be great,” Rachel said, her voice irritated, “We’ve got business to attend to.”
“Right, sorry,” Blaine said as he raised himself up off the bed. “I’ll leave you to your little ranting session about how you’re talents aren’t praised or whatever it is you’re always complaining about.”
“Blaine – Get out!” Rachel threw another pillow at him, leaving only the one Kurt was resting on still on the bed.
“Fine, fine,” Blaine held his hands up in surrender. “I’ll catch you guys later. Bye Mercedes.” Blaine did a little wave.
“Bye, hun,” Mercedes grinned at him, waving back.
Blaine’s eyes landed on Kurt again, and this time it was Kurt who felt himself flushing. “Bye, Kurt,” he said, his voice tender and soft.
“Bye,” Kurt all but breathed, and wow, what was going on with him?
Blaine grinned at him one last time before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Oh my god, boo,” Mercedes grabbed Kurt’s arm in excitement, “I’m pretty sure Rachel’s brother’s in love with you.”
“I – what?” Kurt was shocked.
“Oh, he definitely is,” Rachel added nonchalantly. “The first thing he asked yesterday was whether or not you’d be coming over soon.”
Kurt felt himself blushing, wanting nothing more than to just hide his face in the pillow behind his back.
“I personally find it weird,” Rachel went on, “I mean, you’re my best friend. And he’s my little brother.”
“Aw, come on,” Mercedes argued. “It’s cute. So he’s got a little schoolboy crush on Kurt, and unless Kurt feels the same way you don’t have anything to worry about.”
Kurt could practically see it in Rachel’s eyes, the question that was coming next.
Luckily, they heard Blaine holler from downstairs that dinner was ready.
“Come on,” Rachel hopped off the bed. “Let’s go eat.”
Mercedes followed Rachel out of the room while Kurt remained on the bed for a moment.
Blaine liked him. Dapper, out and proud, private school boy Blaine liked him.
And Kurt felt that maybe, just maybe, he liked Blaine back.
There was a knock on Rachel’s door a moment later.
“I’m coming, Rachel,” Kurt sighed as he sat up and slipped on his slippers.
The door cracked open. “It’s not Rachel.”
Kurt’s head whipped up at the voice. Blaine entered the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. He tried to keep his face from blushing as Blaine walked over and sat down next to him on the bed. “How have you been?” Blaine asked after a moment of silence. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Kurt shrugged. “Alright, I suppose.” But then he added, “At least, if you count the raging homophobia at McKinley as something that’s okay.”
Blaine sighed and patted Kurt’s knee comfortingly. “Between just us,” he whispered, his breath blowing softly against Kurt’s ear. “That’s part of the reason I transferred to Dalton.”
Kurt nodded. “I figured,” he muttered.
“Hey,” Blaine said, his grip on Kurt’s knee tightening a little. “It’ll get better.”
“I hope so.”
Kurt looked down at his hands in his lap, wondering how the conversation had even come to this. He and Blaine had only talked about this twice before, but Kurt knew that Blaine was the only person who would really understand.
He felt Blaine shift closer to him, and then an arm wound itself around his waist.
“You know,” Blaine murmured into Kurt’s ear, “Sometimes it’s best to just let it out.”
Kurt, it must have been subconsciously, rested his head on Blaine’s shoulder. “Not right now,” he muttered. “I don’t want to have to explain that to Rachel.”
“Smart choice.”
The two boys fell silent for a moment, Kurt not lifting his head up and Blaine keeping his arm around his waist.
“Blaine?” Kurt lifted his head up as he said the other boy’s name so that he could make easier eye contact.
Blaine raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement.
“What would you say if I kissed you right now?”
Blaine’s face turned beet red, but he didn’t break the eye contact. “Well, I’d let you,” he whispered after a moment, “Because it’s apparently extremely obvious that I’ve liked you for like two years now.”
Kurt grinned but didn’t make any inclination to move, mainly because he couldn’t remember how.
Blaine must have sensed this, since he took the initiative. He leaned in slowly until their lips were just a few centimeters apart. “Are you sure?”
Kurt nodded, and Blaine’s lips were so close that Kurt could almost taste them and –
“Kurt!”
Kurt jumped, landing on his feet on the side of the bed.
“Come and eat!”
“Damn you, Rachel,” Blaine muttered from where he was still seated on the bed. He glanced up at Kurt once, who knew that his eyes were wide and his face was red. Blaine blushed and stood up, quickly brushed his pants off and said something about going to eat before rushing out of the room.
Kurt took a shaky breath, clenching his hands in front of him.
He had almost kissed Blaine. He’d almost kissed Rachel’s younger brother.
And now he had to go eat dinner with Mercedes, Blaine, and Rachel.
Well, Kurt thought as he took one last breath and walked out of the room,
This is going to be awkward on so many levels.
(via ishipthat)
Strawberries - Jogan
Cause I’m having a crappy night which was made amazing by the lovely people on my dash :)
Sickeningly sweet fluff, but I’ve had the idea while walking around the Strawberry Farm while on holiday and it refused to leave me.Also I fail at writing tonight/morning as it’s nearly 4AM so bear with the crappiness.
ALSO I FAIL AT DRABBLING IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 200 WORDS NOT 700 ;____;
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New Fic: When The Getting There Is So Much Fun (who cares about the orgasm) Anderberry!Siblings (NC-17)
Sequel to Tonight (We Are Young) because I’m suddenly addicted to Anderberry siblings.
The morning after the night before, and then three more times after that.
Word Count: 3000+
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