Title: One More Night (Could Turn into Forever)
Summary: Kurt Hummel is hopelessly in love with Blaine Anderson. The problem? Blaine is taken. And popular. And so very straight…or maybe not.
A/N: Based (obviously) off of this fantastic video. To keep up with this fic, please track ‘fic: one more night could turn into forever’. This story is also being archived on Scarves & Coffee, if you prefer to track it in that manner.
Blaine locks his eyes on the punching bag, refusing to see anything other than the smack of his fist against it despite the bile rising in his throat at the sound of Finn’s voice.
“I said I think we should talk,” Finn says.
“For the past few weeks, you’ve barely said two words to me,” Blaine bites out through clenched teeth. “I’m not at your fucking whim, Finn.”
“I think you’ll want to listen to what I have to say.”
“I think I don’t really care right now,” Blaine returns, landing a sharp punch to the bag.
“I’ll stand here as long as it takes,” Finn says calmly, “but I can’t let you leave here without talking to me first.”
“Are you gonna explain why you’ve been acting like such an ass to me lately? Because that’s something I’ll talk about.”
“If you were standing in my shoes, dude, you’d say you deserved it.”
An accidental tweet. A chance phone call. Or what happens when famous TV star Blaine Anderson accidentally tweets his phone number.
Yaaay, I’m done! I added two more gifs to the beginning, where Kurt’s watching Dalton with his girls.
700+, Chris and Darren both pop boners while filming the car makeout
This is written because Zane asked for it, and because I’m very immature.
“Let’s run it again guys! And Chris, try and hold yourself up a little more over Darren, just look at him more.”
Chris groaned low in his throat, licking his dry lips. Darren chuckled beneath him, adjusting himself in the seat as much as he could under Chris’ body. They hadn’t done much real kissing yet, but a majority of their conversation in between was filmed already. Darren’s hands were both on his back, resting and rubbing, just for something to do as he lay there, his eyes averting away from Chris, looking to Ryan. “This feels like it’s been going on for an hour.”
“That’s because it has!” Ryan spoke again through the window, grinning cheerfully and letting the camera crew set up for a different angle. “Now, try and make it good, Chris!”
“I always make it good,” Chris hissed, just low enough for Darren to hear it and laugh, the noise turning high pitched when Chris poked him in the side. “Shut up,” he said, and the director called action! and they immediately met each other halfway into a kiss.
It wasn’t hard to get into the swing of things once they became “Blaine and Kurt” and not “Chris and Darren,” and Darren was an incredible kisser. They filmed Darren grasping at Chris’ white shirt and ruffling it up as their lips slid together. Neither of them saw the point of all the filming of them kissing, not when they would barely keep any of it in the actual episode, but they were still actors, and they gave it their all.
Which is why it didn’t take very long until both of their bodies took notice and reacted to all of the kissing. Chris shifted so he wasn’t leaning halfway over the seat anymore, and stopped dead when their dicks brushed roughly against each other.
“Oh my God,” Chris couldn’t help but blurt out, unsure if he should feel embarrassed, but then Darren laughed, right in his face. It felt like Darren’s body was curling in on itself under Chris with the force of his laughter.
When Darren said “Chris, I believe your gun is digging into my hip,” he fell onto him, feeling much less nervous and laughing as well.
They could hear Ryan sighing outside of the car. “We’re trying to film a scene, guys! Compose yourselves.”
Chris spoke up, yelling out, “Oh I’m sorry, sorry that Darren’s too attracted to me, he couldn’t even control his raging boner.”
Darren squawked indignantly, pushing Chris in the stomach. “Excuse me, but I’m not the one whose boner is so prominent that it nearly poked my eye out! I mean Christ, it’s been like ten minutes, You would think you’d have more composure. ‘Cause you’re a serious actor.” His eyes glinted and Chris narrowed his eyes.
“Sometimes I just rise to the occasion. Can’t help it.”
“Hey, Chris, what’s up? Besides the obvious, I mean.”
Now that they had started, the crew moved besides them, setting their equipment down. The majority of them crossed their arms, grumbling to each other. Ryan looked ready to throw his hat on the ground.
“Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
They were both shaking with laughter, now completely themselves and broken out of character, they had lost it. Ryan took this opportunity to open the door. “Chris, Darren, I appreciate the fact that you’re trying to channel high school students right now, and you’re nailing it, trust me, but could you just please just start kissing so we can finish the scene and all go home?”
Chris and Darren stayed silent for a while, looking at each other. Pleased, Ryan closed the door once more, ordering the position of the cameras again. Chris leaned up, holding himself up with the seat, ready to begin again.
As soon as Ryan opened his mouth to yell for them to begin, Darren couldn’t help himself and he said, “Chris, you need to tell your boxers that it’s rude to point.”
This time, Ryan did throw his hat right at the pair through the window, thumping Chris in the head as he completely collapsed on top of Darren, and he shouted, “Chris and Darren, stop having boner fights damn it, and get to work!”
sdfalsdkfj omfg yes its perfect. i love you forever and a boner
Beta: Laura aka- gottriplets <3
Warnings: First time sex, blow jobs, exhibitionism, sexting, gay sex all around- the usual :)
Additional Warnings: This chapter includes subtle allusions to an emotionally abusive relationship if that is a trigger for you, you might want to skip the next few chapters. Also? Infidelity.
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
*Side note- anyone looking to track this, it will always be tagged as “Fic: Carry Your Shame”
AN- sorry for the delay in this one. The Evan/Kurt scene took so many re-writes and I’m still not 100% sold on it. But here we go…
Since Kurt’s car had been taken away and he did want to make Finn find another ride home from school that afternoon, he decided to walk home. McKinley was a forty-five minute walk from his house but it would give him some much needed time to clear his mind. Everything had happened so fast that he wasn’t entirely sure which end was up or down. It had only been twenty-four hours since the video had gone viral, but already Kurt felt he’d aged at least twenty years because of it.
He wanted the truth. He needed to know exactly what happened so he could start to figure out how to fix it. He wasn’t a person who could handle not being in control, and this was definitely out of his control. Even if he could figure out who’d posted the video, he’d never be able to get rid of it completely. It would always be there in people’s minds—something they’d always have over him. He was forever changed by this and he just wished more than anything he could take it back.
“God, I’ve missed kissing you,” Blaine breathes, lifting up onto his elbow as he slides a hand through Kurt’s hair. “I’d forgotten how good you taste.”
/Mia/Will/Angry Bird(no really I do really need to stop this joke I lost 5 followers last night already. Don’t run away it’s just Chris and Darren having sex.).
Contents: Blowjob, face-fucking, handjob, dirty talk, mild begging, swearing and a bit fluff. No plot, just porn.
A/N: This is Dag’s idea. Thanks man, this is my writing virginity and I’m glad I lost it to you. We both matter and it has been good, amazing and special. I’m also sorry it comes a bit too late, as I have been afraid it sucks (yes it does). And many thanks to Claudia and Alison for helping with so many things that I myself have lost count. Can’t survive without you both. And this is for Selena, too, because we promised to be just as solid as Darren’s mouth and Chris’ cock.
I don’t know where the title comes from. I don’t know what happens in the end, either. Basically I don’t know anything.
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pls try again later
Summary: Kurt and Blaine after their hook-up at the wedding *u*
Kurt wakes up slowly to the smell of sex and Blaine’s warm skin. Blearily, he opens his eyes and smiles—Blaine’s only inches away from him, their legs tangled and their noses brushing together. Kurt doesn’t move back, but his smile widens when Blaine twitches and mumbles something in his sleep, like he knows Kurt’s awake.
Kurt watches Blaine sleep for a while, reaching out and hesitantly stroking his fingers against Blaine’s bare shoulder. He leans forward and kisses his jaw, and then the faintest brush across his cheek. Blaine’s breath hitches, and Kurt finally gives in, wrapping his arm around Blaine’s middle and squeezing gently. Blaine hums a slightly confused noise into Kurt’s hair.
this was meant to be sex in a car but mostly it’s feelings in a car, lots of them sad, along with some kissing. oops. i tried to write something that seemed plausible to me given the spoilers for 4.14 and 4.15. thanks to jenny for helping me get my point across.
the night i looked at you
Kurt’s mouth on his is familiar and shocking all at once, and Blaine can’t even remember what they’d been talking about. He knows that all of it had been very mature and very reasonable, but then Kurt was kissing him and everything faded out but the way their lips fit together, and that was something he hadn’t forgotten. He wonders if he should put on the brakes, ask what? or why? or are we?, but he can’t stop kissing Kurt back, wouldn’t want to even if he could.
It’s been more than four months but Kurt’s mouth still tastes the same, he still uses the same weird cinnamon toothpaste and his tongue still feels hot and firm and velvety-slick when it slides between Blaine’s lips, and just knowing that is enough to make Blaine let out a quiet moan. Which should probably be embarrassing, except Kurt just moans in response and kisses him harder, his arms wrapping around Blaine’s waist to tug him in closer, and Blaine just goes, throwing a leg over to sit in Kurt’s lap, straddling his thighs. He tangles his fingers in the hair at the nape of Kurt’s neck, pressing gently with his fingertips until Kurt tilts his head up so their lips meet at an even better angle.
obnoxiously bringing this back because it’s already kind of jossed but HERE READ IT BEFORE IT GETS ALL THE WAY JOSSED okay thanks xoxo
LOL Jossed because Kurt’s on top of Blaine not the other way around. XD
Because I have all sorts of headcanons for how Blaine ends up as Kurt’s date for the wedding and what exactly Kurt and Tina are saying about Blaine at the wedding. So this happened.
Blaine glances at his phone, his heart pounding when he sees Kurt’s face smiling on the screen. It’s not unusual for them to call now, not since Christmas, but his stomach flips every time he realizes that Kurt is still talking to him.
“So,” Kurt’s voice rings through the line once Blaine picks up. “Mr. Shue and Miss Pillsbury’s wedding is in a week.”
“Yes, it is,” Blaine grins, setting his pencil down and leaning back in his desk chair.
“I was just wondering, and you can honestly feel free to say no, but do you maybe…want to be my date?”
Kurt’s voice sounds so timid, like he’s putting all of his emotions on the line for this simple question. Which, Blaine realizes, he probably is.
But then Blaine remembers the events from earlier in the day, when he’d asked Tina to be his date as a way to repay her for his ungrateful behavior. Really, he was lucky to have her for a friend. It was the least he could do.
But Kurt – here Kurt was, his Kurt, his Kurt who he thought he lost way back in October, asking him to be his date to a wedding.
“Of course,” Blaine says after a few seconds.
I’m just going to leave this crisscolfer headcanon/fic thing here. Basically a self-indulgent thing I wrote on how I imagine they got together.
This took too long to write. Reaction fic! Yay! Kurt calling Blaine after he wins Midnight Madness. <3
It’s nighttime when Blaine wakes up again, his head feeling heavy and foggy and his tongue too big for his mouth. He’s sweaty and uncomfortable, and he realizes he fell asleep in his clothes somehow (why is his shirt undone?)—he blinks around blearily, glancing at the clock on his bedside table. It’s late, and Blaine knows he needs to change, or at least undress. He groans, trying to lift his head, when he hears a loud buzzing noise. For a second, he thinks it might be the pounding in his head, but then he sees his phone skittering around, lit up, and it occurs to Blaine that his phone vibrating is what woke him up.
His fingers fumble with it as he tries to grab it, feeling swollen and ungainly, and his eyebrows furrow with frustration until it’s secured in his grasp. It’s dark, and the screen is too bright, so it takes Blaine’s eyes a few seconds before the image registers.
Kurt’s face is staring at him, bright and happy, caught right between a smile and a laugh. Blaine looks at it a little too long, and then the screen fades to black—missed call. No, wait. Two. His finger slips to unlock the screen, and—yeah, Kurt has called him twice. He frowns at the fact that he missed it, going to call him back, when the screen lights up again.
Incoming Call Kurt Hummel
“This is very… teenagers, of us,” Kurt says, even as his fingers curl at the nape of Blaine’s neck to pull him closer, nails scratching against his skin when Blaine sucks on his throat.
“Mm, isn’t it wonderful?”
“We could have, like. Booked a hotel room or something,” Kurt says, breath hitching as Blaine unbuttons the top buttons on his shirt, sucking between his collarbones.
Blaine pauses and finally looks up. Even in the dim lights out here, parked away where no one can see them, Kurt can tell his husband’s lips are kissed red and plump, his hair sticking up just a bit too suspiciously if anyone else were to see him right now.
“We can…” Blaine clears his throat. “I mean, do you want to? Do that? We can do that if you don’t want to–”
Kurt grins, leans in to kiss him. “No, I’m just… trying to at least pretend I did my best to get out of groping you in the backseat of our car.”
Blaine kisses back, hand sliding up his leg. “Don’t try to tell me you don’t like kissing in cars.”
“I know what you’re doing,” Chris said as soon as Darren opened the door. Darren raised a triangular eyebrow at Chris and Chris rolled his eyes and pushed past Darren so he could enter the apartment. Darren closed the door and then turned back to him.
“Hello to you too, Colfer,” Darren said, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about though.”
“Yes you do,” Chris said, taking a step closer. Darren was going to ask him if he was upset at him for some reason, but then Chris smiled. “And, I’m actually happy with what you did,”
It’s seconds past midnight, and Darren’s phone is already nearly vibrating off his bedside table with all the texts he’s receiving, when it starts to buzz rather insistently. It takes him a few seconds to realize it’s ringing, and when he grabs for it, he grins at the picture he sees there.
“Well good evening,” he hums pleasantly down the line.
Normally, he expects some sort of witty remark in return, but instead he gets a rather giddy sounding, “happy birthday, Darren!”
And he can’t help but chuckle at that.
“Christopher, have you been drinking?” Darren leans back against his headboard.
“What? I’m not allowed to be excited about your birthday?”
“I mean, that’s your prerogative, man, but you don’t even get this excited for your own birthday.”
“Maybe I have plans,” Chris taunts down the line, and Darren grins.
“Oh? What kind of plans?” Darren sinks down into his pillows. “Sexy plans?”
Summary: Kurt and Blaine play Scrabble.
It’s awkward when Blaine first comes over. He thought it would be nice to visit Kurt and it is nice. But Rachel’s not here and they don’t have much money to go out so they’re staying in.
Kurt can’t stop thinking about what they would be doing if they were still dating. And he knows Blaine can’t stop thinking about it either, even though neither of them have actually mentioned the big, empty apartment they have all to themselves and the fact that they haven’t seen each other in over a month and haven’t even been kissed since the first time Blaine came to visit and haven’t had sex since well before that and Blaine looks really really good.
And Kurt is apparently feeling horny tonight. So, to distract from it, he suggests a nice, wholesome game of Scrabble.
The first word Kurt puts down is mount. Blaine glances up at Kurt, smirks and then looks back down at his own letters.