Little Numbers (20/20) (On Livejournal)
Little Numbers (20/20) (On Scarves & Coffee)
Anonymous asked you: kurt/blaine, weddings :D?
“I don’t know, I sort of like the idea of paper flower arrangements,” Blaine says, flipping through one of the wedding magazines next to Kurt. “It would probably be a hell of a lot cheaper, too.”
“Or we could make them out of gum wrappers,” Kurt teases, but when Blaine looks up Kurt is smiling at him, heat creeping into his face, and Blaine smiles back, his eyes big and warm. Kurt strokes over his knuckles absently, thinking maybe he’ll wear the ring tomorrow. It always makes Blaine smile when he catches Kurt wearing it.
“Yeah, well,” Blaine says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out scratchy. “I just think we should budget efficiently. If we save up we can do something huge for our honeymoon.”
Kurt snorts at the innuendo, his hand flying up to his face when Blaine raises his eyebrows at him. Kurt is definitely blushing now, but Blaine just looks amused. “I’m just saying that thinking about boring things like saving money ruins the fun of wedding planning,” Kurt says, settling down on the bed next to Blaine. “I’ve never let budgets hold me back and I’ve been planning weddings since I was five.”
“I know you have,” Blaine says, leaning up to give Kurt a quick kiss before sinking back down on the bed. “What do you think of Paris?”
The Napoleon Treatment
Summary: Kink meme fill: When they met, they were about the same height and build. Blaine liked that since he’s always been on the shorter side. And Kurt has too. But then Kurt gets tall. And THEN Kurt starts to work out and he gets buff. Blaine appreciates how hot his boyfriend is and constantly turned on by it but then gets embarrassingly self conscious of his smaller build.
Let Me Jump In Your Game
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Always tell him you love him.
It’s a rule Kurt establishes in the privacy of his own head, the day after their first fight in the apartment. He hates how it felt, storming out with all those angry words left floating in the air behind him, hates how they has seemed to echo around the room even once he’d returned and apologized, so he tells himself, no matter how furious or hurt or rushed or tired or excited he is, he always has to tell Blaine he loves him before he leaves the apartment.
It’s an easy enough habit to fall into, once he gets used to it.
I want a fic where Kurt and Blaine are in a daze the day after they have sex for the first time, trying to concentrate in school and blushing whenever they make eye-contact
“Hi,” Kurt says shyly on Monday morning as he walks over to Blaine’s locker. He hugs his books close to his chest and feels the frenzied pounding of his heart thumping against the hard covers. He feels like he did when he first met Blaine and they started talking: shy and hopelessly awkward and bare, vulnerable and out there, spilling everything for someone who seems so confident and breathtakingly perfect.
Blaine looks up from pulling his American History book out from the bottom of his locker. When he meets Kurt’s eyes they both blush, Blaine ducking his head and fiddling with a few of the magnets on his door. Kurt sees the small smile tug at his lips as Blaine pulls out the last book and shuts his locker door. “Hi,” he says back, voice trembling slightly as he raises his head again. His eyes are bright, his smile is wide and sincere. He runs his free hand down the length of Kurt’s arm, tangling their fingers together briefly. “You look gorgeous this morning.”
(okay i started this before the finale, and it got jossed because kurt was supposed to be at NYADA, so i decided kurt starts at idk parsons or nyu or wherever in january, so there!)
snapyourfingersblaine prompted: Blaine visits Kurt in New York and meets all his friends (and is super nervous)
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When Blaine’s taxi pulls up in front of the dorms, Kurt’s waiting outside, wrapped in a heavy coat and scarf and bouncing on his toes a little. He looks perfect, and gorgeous, and it’s only been three weeks but it feels like forever, so Blaine scrambles out of the cab and into Kurt’s arms without even zipping up his jacket, because his boyfriend is way too hot for the icy late-January weather to faze Blaine in the slightest. He can’t really bury his face in Kurt’s neck like he wants to — layers, always layers — but he tries to burrow under Kurt’s scarf anyway, and Kurt’s laughing when he nudges Blaine away and cups Blaine’s face with both hands, his fingers cold but so, so welcome against Blaine’s slightly-less-cold cheeks.
“Let me look at you,” Kurt says breathlessly, his smile a warm, brilliant spotlight against the chilly gray of the sky and the city. He nods his approval. “Handsome as ever, just like I ordered.”
Blaine sighs and leans forward to catch Kurt’s lips in a kiss, here on the street in broad — if watery — daylight, in front of God and New Yorkers and everybody, because they can; they can have this here.
wehavethemjustwheretheywantus asked for Finn and Cooper trying to out-best-man each other, and this sort of … exploded from there. I wasn’t kidding when I said earlier that this may be one of the sappiest things I have ever committed.
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“My man,” Cooper is saying, off to Finn’s left, and he holds up a neat wad of bills between two fingers; the red-headed dancer plucks it from his hand and follows Cooper’s point over toward Blaine. Cooper raises his drink to his mouth, and then he smiles smugly at Finn.
Later, Finn will realize that this was not one of his finest decision-making moments.
But in the moment, corralling the dancer who Sam has been talking to, tucking a bunch of singles into the waistband of his glittery underwear, and sending him at Kurt with a vodka shot and a smile seems like a great idea.
THE MISSING SCENE FROM THAT FUCKING FINALE
“Kurt Hummel!”
Kurt jumped as a six-inch thick folder was slammed onto the desk next to him. He looked up, startled, at a slightly-crazed Blaine. “Blaine—?”
“Here we go,” Blaine huffed, pulling up a chair to sit across from him. “It took me all night, but I’m pretty sure I got them all.”
Kurt stared at the overwhelming stack of papers in alarm. “All of what?”
“Applications,” Blaine said distractedly as he started leafing through them, sorting the papers into piles. “For internships in New York starting in September and October.”
“Woah, what?” Kurt’s eyebrows raised in alarm. “Internships?”
“Mmhmm,” Blaine mumbled. “Fashion, Magazine editors, playwrights, tech hands, designers, they’re all looking for interns and I got all their applications, but most of them are due by Saturday, so we kind of have to hurry.” Kurt was still giving him a dumbfounded look. “To get you to New York next year, so you don’t have to be stuck here.”
Kurt stared at the applications. “Blaine…Blaine, this is amazing! But, you know that I don’t mind taking a year off and staying in Lima—”
“You will be taking a year off,” Blaine said firmly. “But you’re going to New York. It’s what you’ve been dying to do all year.”
“Blaine,” Kurt said gently. “I know that you’re dying for me to stay.”
Blaine was silent, fiddling with the edge of a fashion magazine internship application. “I am,” he admitted quietly. “Of course I want you to stay. But what I want more than anything is for you to achieve your dreams and be successful and show the world how bright and amazing and inspiring Kurt Hummel is.”
Kurt kissed him, full on the mouth and suddenly they were grabbing at each other, not even concerned at the table between them as they kissed frantically over the applications.
“Thank you,” Kurt gasped against his lips, pulling back. “Seriously, you’re the best boyfriend ever. I love you so much.”
Blaine smiled, kissing him gently. “I love you too.”
Kurt smiled, sitting back down and leafing through the pappers. “Well, at least I’ll get the summer here in Lima with you.”
“Oh…” Blaine frowned, glancing down.
Kurt blinked. “What?”
“Well,” Blaine bit his lip. “It’s just that Cooper got a contract and is filming a commercial in Paris in two weeks and he kind of invited me…”
“Oh,” Kurt nodded. “Well, have fun—”
“And a plus one.”
Kurt blinked.
Blaine shrugged. “But hey, if you want to spend the summer in Lima, that’s cool, I’ll just give the tickets to my parents—” He laughed as Kurt climbed over the table and squeezed him in a hug, squealing in his ear.
“Paris? Moi? I have to pack! Oh my god, what am I going to wear there?” Kurt babbled, looking around frantically as if a wardrobe would just appear in the classroom. “We have to go shopping, Blaine. This is important—”
Blaine cut him off with a kiss. “Alright, sweetheart. But we have to finish the applications, remember? Here, I’ve already started filling some out…”
Kurt took a half-completed one, filling in the empty blanks. “Wait, you know my social security number?”
“Of course I do.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling, not willing to admit that he knew Blaine’s as well. “Come on, let’s take these to the Lima Bean. It’s not like we can finish them without a non-fat mocha, medium drip, biscotti, and pumpkin bread anyways.”
“My man is so wise,” Blaine smiled as he leaned in and kissed Kurt on the side of his head.
Together, they gathered up the papers and left the school.
iamsnarfblat asked you: Blaine missing Kurt, so he ends up spending a lot of time with Burt in the shop. Then Kurt stops by.
i think i made the pov veer slightly from what you prompted but i hope you still enjoy this, bb!
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Kurt pulls his sunglasses off and tucks them into his coat pocket, stepping into the garage. The familiar smell hits him like, well, a truck - oil and grease and the sharp smell of metal and tools, mixed with the fainter smell of coffee coming from his dad’s old office.
Kurt knows his dad still tries to spend a few days of the week here, even with his political duties, so he figures he has a better chance of finding Burt here than at home.
(He thought about going to see Blaine first, but he had no idea if Blaine would be at home or still at McKinley doing after-school stuff, so his plan to surprise Blaine can wait a bit.)
“Dad?” Kurt calls out, waving hi to a few of the workers he’s known for years. “Dad, I got back early and—”
There’s a loud thud nearby, quickly followed by a muffled, “Ow!” Kurt startles, stepping back to avoid collision when the layboard under a nearby car goes wheeling by.
Anonymous asked you: Could I prompt some klaine fluff with heavy making out and getting interrupted in an awkward situation by burt?
“I know,” Kurt says between frantic, hungry kisses, “that I should be,” kiss ”catching up with,” kiss ”everyone else, but—”
“Never leave me,” Blaine rasps, his voice gone desperate and rough enough that it sounds like it’s about to break, and Kurt squeezes his eyes shut and surges forward harder, lips sliding and dragging wetly over Blaine’s.
Blaine falls back onto the bed and Kurt follows, surrounded by the smell of home and Blaine and the sweet way Blaine sucks at Kurt’s lip, breathing out a shaky moan between them while Kurt kisses Blaine’s mouth again and again.
He never wants to leave again, ever, even though he knows he’s just home for the weekend. Blaine doesn’t exactly look like he’s going to let go of the back of Kurt’s shirt, where his hands are fisted into the material and clinging, any time soon, either.
“Blaine, we should—” Kurt gasps, pulling away, and he chokes out a laugh when Blaine tries to find his lips again, pouting when he realizes Kurt wants to talk. “Breathe, baby.”
Blaine nods, smiling sheepishly but still giving Kurt those big, watery eyes that break Kurt’s heart. Kurt can’t stand it so he hugs Blaine close, tucking his chin over Blaine’s shoulder while Blaine talks.
me: what if kurt was a cat and blaine was a dog and they had a tiny kitten baby
yes, you read that correctly. i have no one to blame for this prompt except myself. oops. (other puppykitty fic can be found here, and a picture of Kurt and their baby can be found here tralala.)
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“Blaine, what have you got?” Rachel asks after Blaine scrambles inside, paws clicking on the kitchen floor. Kurt lifts his head just in time to see Blaine disappear behind the couch in the living room and reappear with a ball in his mouth, looking up happily at Rachel.
“Oh, that was it? Well, good boy, then, sweetie,” Rachel coos, patting Blaine on the head and walking upstairs. Blaine doesn’t follow her, which is unusual - now that he’s a little bigger he loves galloping up and down stairs.
“Blaine?” Kurt meows, getting up slowly and stretching. His mouth drops open for a yawn and his paws knead the carpet on reflex, but the sun has already disappeared from the spot he was lying in, so he might as well slink over to see whatever Blaine is doing behind the couch. “Hellooo—”
Kurt hisses when he sees it, the fur on his back sticking out defensively, because it’s tiny and it’s moving and usually that means it’s lunch, or at least in need of a good chase. But then Blaine trots over to Kurt, bumping his head against Kurt’s cheek and growling a little, low and warning.
“Be nice to our baby,” Blaine growls, and Kurt freezes, his ears perking up.
“Baby?”
ficlet: cheerio!kurt/junior class president!blaine aka how klaine became america’s gay teen sweethearts by ruining coach sylvester’s rep
Just a little headcanon thing re: this.
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When Kurt gets to his locker, Blaine is already waiting for him, fairly vibrating in place with excitement. There’s only a touch of gel in his hair, he’s wearing his glasses instead of contacts, and he has on an unflattering sweater Kurt recognizes as a Christmas present from his grandmother last year.
“Taking precautions, huh?” he says as he leans in for a brief good morning kiss. “Very smart. I hope you have more than one change of clothes. I brought you some stuff just in case, get it from my locker if I’m not around.”
“You’re a saint. I also have my gym stuff, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Blaine replies, shrugging. “But it’s finally here! Bake sale day!”
for kartographie, who asked for Kurt and Blaine double-dating with another couple, and for shenanigans to ensue.
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“Wow,” says Tina. Mike feels her chin moving against his shoulder as she talks. “This was a really good idea.”
“I never thought I would find an occasion suitable for thigh-high boots and a leopard coat in northwestern Ohio,” Kurt’s voice says. Mike is pretty sure that means he approves, too, even if what he’s wearing right now has more to do with their plans from earlier than the date they’re on right now.
Mike turns his head on the picnic blanket, away from Tina on his left and toward his right side. Blaine is already looking back at him, his pleased smile obvious even in the dark, and Mike lifts his right arm just high enough that their bodies ought to hide it from their boyfriend and girlfriend. Blaine gets what he’s doing right away, his face lighting up, and they exchange a sneaky-but-proud high five.
takenoverbyrocknroll asked you: Blaine wants to distract himself from missing Kurt while he’s in New York, so he ends up joining a ton of clubs and extracurriculars
“So how are things back at McKinley?” Kurt asks, and Blaine smiles at how Kurt’s out of breath after recounting his story of how he and Rachel got lost trying to find food again. It seems to happen to them a lot ever since they moved to New York.
“Oh, you know, about the same. Sugar dated Rory again for about five seconds and then decided she could do better.”
“Good girl,” Kurt mumbles, and Blaine laughs, leaning in closer to his laptop as if it’ll make the grainy image of Kurt show up any clearer.
“Also I, um, started looking into joining some clubs. Rachel suggested it, you know, as a way to boost my list of extracurriculars.”
“That’s a great idea!” Kurt says, beaming. “You have to give me updates on how that turns out.”
“Yeah, I’ll be sure to,” Blaine says with a smile. He doesn’t add, I’m doing it because this place feels so empty without you that it hurts. But only because there is a limited number of times you can cry over Skype with your boyfriend before it gets weird. And Blaine passed that number about three Skype calls ago.
pureklaination asked you: Prompt: Blaine buys a Kitten that can’t stand Kurt.
“Maybe he’s just… having a bad day,” Blaine says apologetically, putting the band-aid around Kurt’s finger for him. “We’ll try again later. Let him nap off his aggression.”
“He’s a cat, Blaine,” Kurt says through gritted teeth, his finger still throbbing from the unexpected bite. “What does he have to be aggressive about?”
“Meeting new people can be very stressful,” Blaine says defensively, and Kurt sighs, kissing Blaine’s pouted lips and leaving the bathroom.
“Fine, we’ll try again later. But if he tries biting me, we’re getting him a tiny kitten muzzle.”
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Roxy doesn’t try biting Kurt again, because Kurt doesn’t make the mistake of getting close enough to the kitten to let it happen. The damned thing looks like a perfect vision of sweetness, curled up in a ball in Blaine’s lap, but as soon as Kurt reaches a hand out, Roxy starts hissing.
“Maybe he’s just, uh. Possessive?” Blaine tries, giving Kurt a weak smile. Kurt just hisses back at the cat.
