awkward firsts: the first time Blaine (accidentally) sees Kurt’s cock.
The bed creaks, rustles, as Blaine pins Kurt to the bed, straddling his lap and kissing him with ardor. He squeaks when Kurt grabs his ass, feels Kurt’s lips curve against his as he smiles. Seconds later he’s on his back, pinned to the bed as Kurt settles between his legs, grabbing his thighs to hitch his legs around his waist. He tips his head back as Kurt kisses down his neck, electric and tingling as Blaine’s cock strains against his briefs and the weight of Kurt’s own hard cock.
“God, Kurt,” Blaine moans on a harsh exhale, hissing as he grabs at Kurt’s shoulders and arches his back. He brings his lips hard and dirty to Kurt’s, and this—their heavy panting and sliding tongues, the slick press of their lips lost somewhere between pleasure-induced, uncoordinated sucking—can hardly be considered kissing. “I’m gonna come if you—fuck—keep doing that.”
Short (like really short) porny thing where Chris and Darren share a hotel room during the Glee live tour and Darren is fucking the mattress in his sleep and Chris finds it very compelling.
Chris wakes up to the sounds of high-pitched whines, rustling sheets and a creaking bed. Damnit. He knew he should have fought harder for a single room, but when they’d turned up at the hotel at 2am in the morning after three hours of barely-sleep on a bus-seat, his ass was not up for the fight until it got something soft beneath it for at least a couple of hours.
And that’s what he’s gotten, Chris realizes as his eyes scan the room and the digital clock says 4:50. The numbers make his head hurt from sleepiness, reminding him of how hard he usually sleeps at this time of night, but the sounds of the creaking bed hasn’t decreased since they first woke him up and they most definitely won’t lull him back to sleep now.
“Please stop,” he murmurs sleepily, and raises his voice to be heard. “There’s someone else in here.”
And so that’s what I did… And somehow it ended up as PWP. So, um, that happened. I guess I just really love Mandy? Happy birthday, sweetheart!
Chris is woken up by the soft hum of music, although not how he’s used to hearing it. He’s used to the sound of a guitar strum in surround, and lyrics sung just above a whisper. But that’s not what he’s hearing. This music sounds thinner, like it’s coming through speakers—which, it probably is. His body still feels sleep heavy, and he’s loathe to open his eyes, but he doesn’t know where Darren is. Chris can tell he’s gone, because it’s colder under the single sheet than it should be.
It’s the early evening—Chris vaguely recalls falling asleep some time in the afternoon, body loose and sated, with Darren, naked and sleepy, curled around him.
“Dare?” His voice fills with a yawn, and he rubs absently at his eyes. He hates napping—it only makes him feel gross afterward. There’s movement on the bed, and Chris lifts up onto his forearms, slowly blinking open his eyes.
And Darren is right there, stretched out and still gloriously, wonderfully naked, back and ass exposed. He’s opposite of Chris, head nearly off the end of the bed, but he’s looking at Chris now, eyes and smile warm and inviting.
Chris wants to curl up in him and stay there forever.
#aaaaaaaaaaaaaah daddy kurt coming home and daddy blaine has been taking care of the kids all day #and he’s cooked for kurt and kurt’s so tired because he worked all day so blaine just sets the table and feeds all four of his men #(they have three boys) #and then they put the kids to bed together and kurt reads to them because that’s /his/ thing you know #the thing he shares with his kid daily #and blaine just looks at him from the doorway #and smiles #because kurt’s voice is so nice to listen to and he will never admit it but he likes listening to kurt read bedtime stories almost more than he likes blowjobs under the shower #and then they get downstairs and setlle on the couch #and blaine props his feet up on kurt’s lap #and kurt gives him a footrub and says ‘thank you for taking care of my kids today’ #and blaine is like oh it’s nothing you work #but kurt knows how tired blaine is and how his feet hurt #so he rubs his feet and runs a warm bath #and they take a warm bath every night before bed #and then they read a little #each there own book and then blaine falls asleep book in hand #so kurt takes it from him and sets both books on his own nightstand #turns off the light #snuggles up to blaine #and then at 6am they wake because the kids are jumping on their bed #and kurt groans #and so does blaine#and they look at each other #and the kids #and another day exaclty the same will begin #and as kurt kisses blaine goodbye for work he’ll whisper #’and i wouldn’t have it any other way’ #and then i die (via beatlebun)
When Blaine is five, he gets a slight obsession with marriage.
Talks about it all the time, keeps watching his Disney movies, wants to dress in all white and play getting married with his friends, and — to his mother’s surprise — always seems to want the princess’s role.
Mrs Anderson tries not to care about it too much, although it had startled her at first when she realized, but kids talk and change so much at that age.
As long as Blaine’s happy, she can start worrying when he’s older.
Summary: Blaine calls Cooper with some important news.
Blaine’s hands are shaking as he dials his brother’s number, even though he knows this is honestly the dumbest thing in the world to be nervous about. Cooper adores Kurt, and not just because he makes Blaine happy. Cooper listens attentively when Kurt rattles off a long explanation about why that hat doesn’t work with that jacket (“I’ll need this for future reference, Blaine, my fans can’t see me like that.”), and he lights up whenever he makes Kurt laugh. Blaine knows Cooper has spent hours in the kitchen with Kurt, trying to master the art of perfect banana pancakes. So, yeah, Blaine definitely shouldn’t be nervous. But he is.
“Hey, little brother! What’s up?”
“Hey, Coop.” Blaine knows his voice betrays him right away. It’s more of a squeak than a greeting. He swallows—he can practically hear Cooper’s grin, all the way from California. “Are…you busy?”
Warnings: First time sex, blow jobs, exhibitionism, sexting, rimming, gay sex all around- the usual :)
Summary: Kurt’s spent his entire life being pushed around and ignored. He’s never had a single friend until he met Blaine Anderson, a swimmer for the National Team and McKinley’s Golden Boy. When the boys fall for each other, Kurt has to learn the hard way that there are some things even love can’t fix—like the fact that his step-brother and boyfriend are mortal enemies. Will Blaine be willing to give up everything to be with Kurt or will they crumble under the pressure to become what everyone else is trying to turn them into?
This was written for this GKM prompt, so go check it out and possibly leave me some love <3
Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//(Blaine interlude)//Part 4//Part 5//Part 6//Part 7//Part 8//Part 9//(Blaine Interlude 2)//Chapter 10//Chapter 11//Part 12//Part 13//(Blaine Interlude 3)//Part 14//Part 15//Part 16//Part 17//(Blaine Interlude 4)//Part 18//Part 19//Part 20//Part 21//(Blaine Interlude 5)//Part 22//Part 23//Part 24//(Blaine Interlude 6)
AN: Well this is it, all 13,329 words of it. I hope everybody is satisfied with how it turned out and that it was word the long wait. There was a good 3,000 words more of this chapter that I ended up cutting out because of length so I’ll be posting Klaine’s extended sex scene later on this week or early next week for those of you that are interested.
And finally, as I’ve been promising I would do once this story was complete- prompts for drabbles and one shots in this verse are now officially being accepted in my ask.
After eighteen hours on a plane and a two hour layover in Toronto, Kurt couldn’t have been more relieved to be finally touching down in Shanghai. As much as he loved Blaine, it was a toss up if he was more excited to see his boyfriend or to lie down in a real bed. The bed might win out. Despite their early wakeup to get to the airport in time, he’d been unable to sleep on the first plane because the flight was so short and he was squeezed in between the window and an overweight man that would not stop yelling at the flight attendant for one thing or another. By the second flight, Mr. Anderson had offered him the aisle so that he could have a bit more space, but there had been a lot of turbulence and with the lights constantly being turned off to simulate the time zone in Shanghai then back on again for meals and snacks every two hours, he’d been unable to sleep.
based off this gifset
Kurt skirts around a table of chattering cheerleaders to make his way to where Rachel is sitting alone, sipping her coffee and pursing her lips impatiently.
“Sorry,” Kurt says with a labored sigh, gesturing around the packed cafe. “We’re busy.”
Rachel hums and takes another sip of her latte, legs crossed and one eyebrow cocked. “So are you ready to leave?” she says, setting down her drink and smoothing her jacket primly. “We’re going to miss the movie if we don’t leave soon.”
“Yeah, just…” Kurt sighs at the sound of his boss calling for him to refill the cups while a baby starts crying on the other side of the room. He still hasn’t quite gotten used to the rush of the weekend crowd and he’s starting to feel flustered when Rachel suddenly grabs his wrist, staring past him through wide eyes.
“Kurt,” she hisses, squeezing his wrist almost painfully tight as she looks back up at him. “That guy over there is staring at you.”
blaine is invited for a sleepover with the girls of new directions; warning for klaine spoilers in 4x22
It’s a surprisingly refreshing experience, being around just girls for a change. They’re fascinatingly, almost intimidatingly gossipy and chatty and excitable, even more so now than they usually are at school. Blaine supposes he should feel honored that he’s been invited for what Tina explained was a strictly “girls-only” sleepover to celebrate their Regionals win, but she’d begged them to make an exception – them being Kitty, the self-proclaimed coordinator of this sleepover – on the grounds that Blaine wasn’t like “most boys”. He had felt a tad insulted by that potentially veiled jibe at his masculinity, but let it slide when Tina continued by saying how he was “sweet and thoughtful”.
“So uh… Mr Hummel, sir, uh, ugh, um… sir, Burt, I mean, not Sir Burt, um…” Blaine scratches at the back of his neck and Burt drops the hood of the car he’d been working on so he can stand up straight and fix Blaine with a hard stare. “Mr— Burt.”
They get a slow start, because fuck Coachella, sleeping in and hand jobs, but, eventually, they get there, wandering around some VIP something or other looking for one of Will’s friends and finding Mia and Darren instead.
He’s sitting on her lap, zoning out at she pets her fingers through his hair. It’s nothing Chris hasn’t seen before, but usually it waits until it’s been a much harder and much longer day.
“He okay?” Chris asks, by way of hello.
Darren slits his eyes open for a moment and hums, and Mia laughs.
“I’ll take that as a yes then,” Chris says.
“Slow morning,” Mia says.
“Niiiiiice morning,” Darren says.
Mia gives a sharp tug to one of his curls and Chris snorts.
“Wow, way more information than I needed,” Will says holding up his hands, but he’s sort of lying. He thinks they’re hilarious.
“Hush,” Mia says to him. “You’re not the only boy around here who likes to be bent over things.”
“Okay, waaaaay too early for this,” Chris replies. Unlike Will, he’s totally not lying.
Anonymous said: Married Klaine having to schedule sex
seasonofstars said: blaine trying to distract kurt during one of his tv marathons (heh “distract” >___>)
R, 1200+ words.
Kurt’s curled up on the couch, catching up on episodes of Top Chef when Blaine sits down next to him, kissing Kurt’s cheek.
“Hey,” Blaine says, and Kurt hums in response, eyes glued to the television. “Want to head to bed soon?”
“Mm, sure,” Kurt mumbles, but Blaine knows his husband’s not really paying attention. He rolls his eyes, sliding his hand across Kurt’s stomach, over his t-shirt.
“It’s been a while since we’ve gone to bed early. A long while,” Blaine says pointedly, lips brushing Kurt’s jaw as he moves his hand lower, until it’s resting over the waistband of Kurt’s pajama pants. Kurt’s gaze never falters, but Blaine isn’t particularly offended. Kurt’s been like this about TV since they were teenagers - they both take their reality television watching very seriously, and it’s part of what Blaine loves about living with Kurt.
But it’s been days since they’ve had time to just be together, alone, no interruptions, and Blaine’s not about to let the moment slip away.
Future Klaine; Blaine and Kurt had a fight and Blaine had to sleep in the guest room. Elizabeth overheard everything and feels sorry for her dads.”I’ll stay here and cuddle you all day and refuse to move. Dad will have to take you back.”
”Sounds like a plan.”
“Daddy, wake up.”
Blaine grumbled and lifted his head from the pillow, finding his daughter perched on the edge of the bed and staring at him.
“Why are you sleeping in the guest room?” Elizabeth asked.
Blaine tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes, he never slept well when he wasn’t with Kurt. “Your dad isn’t very happy with me.”
“How long is he going to make you sleep in here?” Elizabeth seemed concerned.
“A while, I think,” Blaine mumbled, falling back against the pillow. Maybe he should sleep for another hour.
Elizabeth pulled back the covers and crawled in with her daddy. Blaine smiled and pulled his daughter into his arms, pressing a kiss to her wild red curls.
“Daddy, are you and dad getting a divorce?” Elizabeth’s voice was small and worried.
“What?” Blaine was suddenly fully awake, and pulled back so he could see his daughter. “No, sweetie, why would you think that?”
“I heard you both fighting last night,” Elizabeth said, frowning. “It was really loud.”
“Oh, sweetie…” Blaine shuffled around on the bed until he and his daughter were sharing a pillow, and he could look her in the eye. “Your dad and I got in a fight over something really stupid. But we love each other very much, we’re not going to let one silly fight ruin our family.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m more than sure.” Blaine smiled. “Your dad is the love of my life. The two of you are my whole world; I never want to lose either of you. OK, sweetie?”
“OK, Daddy.” Elizabeth smiled, closed her eyes and snuggled back in with Blaine.
“I’m still the love of your life? Even if I’m ‘selfish and delusional?’”
Blaine winced and looked over his shoulder at his husband in the doorway. He was relieved to see that Kurt didn’t look angry, actually he was smiling warmly.
“Yes. Do you still love me?” Blaine asked. “Even if I’m ‘a jealous - insert word I don’t want to repeat in front of our daughter?’”
Kurt grinned and crossed the room, climbing to the bed behind Blaine. He draped his arm across both Blaine and Elizabeth, pressing a kiss to the back of Blaine’s neck.
TONS OF FEELINGSSS
Kurt is not the sort of person who keeps things from his dad, but when he comes home from Blaine’s that night and his dad asks if he had fun, Kurt says yes and leaves it at that. It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell his dad about Blaine, and what Blaine is now, what they are now—I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend, keeps sing-songing in his head—it’s just that Kurt is new to this and he wants it to be the right time.
And maybe Kurt is a little scared of Blaine getting fired.