This year, Blaine stays home on Halloween.
“Have you thought about what we should dress up as this year?” Kurt mumbles against Blaine’s chest, where he’s been busying himself with pressing kisses to Blaine’s sweaty skin for the last ten minutes, since they both came.
Blaine blinks his sleepy eyes open, lazily carding his fingers through Kurt’s hair. “What?” he mumbles.
“For Halloween,” Kurt says, lips pressing right above Blaine’s heart. Blaine laughs, the vibrations from it stirring them both, and Kurt finally rolls over on his side, propping himself up on an elbow and smiling at Blaine. “What?”
“Kurt, that’s — it’s July.”
“Who’s daddy’s little girl? Huh? Daddy’s little darling? That’s right, you. You, my darling baby girl, you’re daddy’s own little twinkling star.”
Kurt peppered his baby daughter with kisses, laughing as she giggled. He couldn’t believe there had ever been a when he had not wanted children as his heart nearly burst with joy with each squeal of delight that came out of Sophie.
“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”
Kurt turned to look over his shoulder and smiled at Blaine who was looking at the two of them with half amused, half scandalized expression on his face.
“Shut up and get in here. We’re having morning cuddles.”
“Kurt, you’re in bed in your work clothes. What happened to ‘when business no hugging because wrinkles’ rule?” Blaine asked.
“I can always change,” Kurt replied. He smiled softly when Sophie tapped one of his cheeks with her small hand. “Sophie, tell Papa to stop talking and join us.”
“You heard her.”
Blaine shook his head but didn’t argue. He sat down on the edge of the bed and not two seconds later Sophie crawled her way on his lap, speaking in a language only another toddler could understand.
“Well, sweetie, I can see why Daddy forgot all about rule number 1. Who could resist such a pretty smile?”
“Who could indeed?” Kurt said, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s shoulders. “She’s going to be such a little heart-breaker. Yeah, lots of boys and girls are just gonna want to…”
“OOH-kay, let’s at least wait until she’s in pre-school before we start talking about stuff like that. Yeah, you ain’t gonna date anybody until you’re 35,” Blaine said and gave the girl a kiss on the nose.
“I was going to say ‘share their crayons with you’ but thanks for putting that image in my head,” Kurt mumbled. “Oh my God, soon she’ll be going to college.”
“Kurt, she barely has all her teeth.”
“You’re the one who brought up dating!”
Sophie’s high-pitched laughter cut Blaine’s answer short as apparently his Papa’s bow-tie was absolutely the most amazing thing to play with. Granted, it was rather brightly colored.
“You want it? Ah, no, no, no. Not a toy,” Blaine scolded but his tone was anything but serious. “You wanna play, Sophie? Alright, let’s play. Up, up you go!”
Kurt had to cover his ears as Sophie screamed in joy when Blaine fell down on the bed and lifted his arms so the girl was facing down to him from the scary height of one foot.
“Here comes flight 123-Sophie. 123-Sophie calling for Daddy, is Daddy there?”
“Daddy’s here,” Kurt laughed.
“123-Sophie requesting for a permission to land on airport-Daddy.”
“123-Sophie can make a safe landing on airport-Daddy.”
Blaine made sounds that Kurt guessed were supposed to sound like an actual airplane before announcing ‘oh, oh, turbulence!’ and then finally giving Sophie back to Kurt.
“123-Sophie has landed safely. Captain Papa has done excellent job once again,” Kurt praised, kissing the top of his daughter’s head.
“Well, one has to be careful when taking care of the most precious of precious things,” Blaine said.
Blaine smiled as he sat back up and leaned in to give Kurt a kiss. It was the kind of soft kiss you share when you have a kid in the room but it was just as perfect as this perfect morning had been.
“I love you,” Kurt said.
“I love you, too.”
“You’re going to be late, aren’t you?”
“Don’t worry. It’s worth it.” Blaine kissed Sophie’s cheek. “But I do have to go now.”
Kurt sighed dramatically. “Go make us a living, my darling husband. We shall wait for your return.”
“You have to leave, too.”
“Five more minutes.”
Kurt pouted, hugging Sophie close to his chest.
15 minutes later and neither of the dads had managed to get out of the house.
Title: Affogato: The Epilogue <—S&C link
Pairing: Klaine AU
Rating: PG 13 for language and implied sexual situations. The overall rating is now upped to NC-17 for smut (in Dirty Chai)
Summary: Kurt’s just landed a job at Vogue as Carrie Bradshaw’s assistant. One morning he meets Blaine at the Starbucks in Times Square, and the shy, adorable barista catches his eye right away. This is the story of how they change each other’s lives.
Previous installments: Con Panna, Doppio, Americano, Shot In the Dark, Ristretto, Macchiato, Corretto, Breve, Undertow, Peppermint Mocha, Dirty Chai, Irish Coffee Part 1, Irish Coffee Part 2, Cappuccino
So this is it, in a way. Thanks to everyone who’s read and left me comments about it. I’ve read them all and appreciate every one of them.
And special thanks to Lydia and Ash who’ve let me whinge endlessly at them about this, and to Tessa who’s corrected every typo, error, and misplaced everything.
ETA: There is now a Crema Masterpost. You can find all the drabble prompt fills there.
He lives in his world of silence; he lives in his world of sound. When Kurt meets Blaine and finds out he’s different, he doesn’t run: he does everything he can to keep him in his life as they grow up. (aka the one where Blaine is deaf and he and Kurt meet as kids)
this fic has, obviously, already been posted over on FF.net, but for awhile I’ve been wanting to clean it up and bring it here where I feel like my fics have a better belonging. and I hate FF.net, soooo. enjoy!
A/N: I’ve been having trouble writing, so I used a random word generator for a bunch of one word prompts to give myself a kick up the ass.
There’s one day – three months or so into Kurt’s stint at Dalton – when Blaine takes his daily lunchtime apple (I’m told it keeps the doctor away, he says, smiling every single time like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard, and every single time Kurt raises an eyebrow at him and deadpans, you’re a dork and you’re lucky our friendship started with Teenage Dream and you tricked me into thinking otherwise, or I wouldn’t be seen dead with you) and cuts it into quarters, wordlessly placing two of them onto Kurt’s plate while Trent sits across from them and talks Blaine’s ear off.
A Potentiality for Corruption: The Debauchery of Blaine Anderson | Part One
Word Count: 5,100
Warnings/Summary: Fill for this prompt on the kink meme: a shy, stumbling, blushing virgin Blaine being pinned down on his bed and ridden by an extremely experienced and confident Kurt.
A/N: Atalya will probably demand acknowledgement for the fact she made me fill this for her. There are sequels to come in a ‘the ways in which Blaine Anderson lost his virginity to Kurt Hummel’ ‘verse, including a whole load of Kurt teaching Blaine how to do sexy things (such as blowjob etc.)
*There might be a second fill, so watch out for that and read the title of the fill
Summary: Blaine’s a mob boss, co-running the family with his older brother Cooper. He’s never really dealt with people outside of the family, due to his temper and slight obliviousness when it comes to reading other people’s emotions. Blaine’s got some problems when it comes to having a good relationship, or even having one to begin with. Cooper hires him whores sometimes, but it’s not the same. One day, he has to go over to the hospital to check up on one of his idiot nephews or whoever who’s managed to shoot themself or something, and he runs into the most beautiful boy he’s laid eyes on, Kurt.
Warnings: slightly dark and manipulative!Blaine, dub/non-con
Parts: 2 Completed: WIP
Artist: kaffiaulait (Tumblr)
Author: flyblckbirdfly (LJ / Tumblr)
Rating (art/fic if different): R/NC-17
Word Count: ~6200
Warnings (if any): Blaine is a servant of Kurt’s, but no sexual acts are forced by the nature of this title.
Fic Summary: At the age of five, every boy and girl of noble birth in the kingdom of Lima was assigned a companion. On Kurt’s fifth birthday, his present had been a small, shy boy named Blaine, recently orphaned. Blaine really was the finest companion in the entire kingdom. Kurt had no doubt of that.
Link to Art: Art
Link to Fic: Fic
au in which kurt doesn’t get into nyada and goes to pursue fashion instead … OH WAIT I THINK THIS IS CANON?
Blaine is just leaving glee when his phone rings. He fumbles in his bag at the sound of Kurt’s ringtone, grinning before he can stop himself even though his heart is beating a mile a minute. Today was the day of Kurt’s interview.
“I got it!” Kurt squeals before Blaine can finish his greeting. “I—Blaine I got it! I got the internship!” He sounds breathless and his voice his shaking, no doubt the aftereffects of nerves; Blaine wonders if he’s shaking as much as he was after his NYADA audition.
“Kurt that’s fantastic!” Blaine adjusts his bag to fish his car keys from the side pocket as he reaches his car. “I knew you would, though.”
“Stop it,” Kurt says, though Blaine can hear him smiling. “I was terrified. I mixed up two of my samples.”
“I’m sure you were perfect,” Blaine says, climbing into his car and settling back in the seat. They sit in happy silence for a few seconds and Blaine’s how body is thrumming with excitement for Kurt.
“I’m so happy for you,” he says softly.
“I have you to thank,” Kurt replies. “You’re the one who found everything for me this summer… thank you. Again.”
Blaine sighs, his smile fading a little and his shoulders slumping.
“Blaine?” Kurt says after a long stretch of silence.
“I miss you,” Blaine mutters. “I wish I could kiss you… hug you even.”
“I know,” Kurt sighs. “Me too…. But you’re coming for Halloween and that’s only… forty-seven days.”
“Don’t tell me you’re not,” Kurt says teasingly.
“Okay, yeah I am too,” Blaine says, grinning as he thinks of the calender over his desk with the days crossed off. “You know I love you? So much, Kurt.”
Kurt hums in reply and Blaine the sound of traffic moving around him in the background. “I love you too.”
certaintendencies asked you: CHRIS BURYING HIS FACE IN DARREN’S BELLY BECAUSE IT’S SO SOFT AND THEM TRYING TO HAVE A CONVERSATION AND LAUGHS AND GIGGLES AND MAYBE CHRIS BLOWS A RASPBERRY AND THEN CLOSE HOT SEMI-CLOTHED BJS.
“Ow. Your glasses are poking me. Ow. Ow.”
“Hand me my phone,” Chris says, rubbing his cheek the other way over Darren’s belly, nestling the soft squishy part that appears whenever Darren’s hunched over. Chris wants to cup it between his hands and kiss it, but Darren gets a little too weirded out when Chris tries that.
“No way. Not while you’re stabbing me in the kidneys,” Darren huffs.
“Your kidneys are in the back,” Chris says absently, trying to reach over Darren for his phone and falling short by about two feet. “Please?”
“If your kidneys are in back, what’s in front?” Chris tilts his head up and wiggles his nose to try and straighten his glasses, watching Darren stroke his chin for literally no reason other than he thinks it looks cool.