Compilation of Fic Recs

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“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.”

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.” 

“Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” 

“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. 

“True.” 

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. 

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.

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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.

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

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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

Rating: M

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.)

“He—”

“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.”

“You’re counting?”

“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.”

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.

based off: this prompt

word count: 3,000+

“You know what is a real shame,” Chris slurs, slinging an arm around Cory’s waist to keep from falling onto his face. “Straight guys.”

“Straight guys?” Darren laughs, gripping Chris’ drink so it doesn’t slop onto the carpet. Chris lets go of it readily and steadies himself into Cory’s side.

“Yes,” Chris amends, looking up at Cory and squinting his eyes as if he were the one who had said that. “Straight guys.”

Chris watched as Darren moved everything off the couch and coffee table, carefully setting everything aside before crawling over to the tv.

While Darren set up the dvd player Chris picked up the cd sleeve in which Darren had brought whatever movie they were going to watch. There was nothing on it. 

“You do realize you’re acting abnormally suspicious, right?”

Darren turned to him with the biggest shit-eating grin only to blink really slowly and dramatically at him and turn back to the task at hand.

Chris still wouldn’t sit down on the couch because standing up seemed safer, closer to the door. He looked back up when the DVD screen lit up the tv and wondered how long it would take for the title of the movie to appear. 

It didn’t. There wasn’t even a menu, it just started straight away.

“Darren, is this porn?” Chris asked, putting down the bag of reese’s Darren had brought and taking a step back.

beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.

When Kurt opens his locker a note falls out. Folded yellow paper with a clumsy heart drawn on the front in black pen. He smiles as he bends to pick it up, glancing around the corridor briefly before opening it, already certain there’s only one person it could be from.

Hey, handsome. Nice sweater. Your boyfriend buy it for you?

YOUR SECRET ADMIRER

P.S. My name isn’t Blaine. That’s a dumb name.

X

this ended up a little steamier than i intended it to be. oops. :x

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“Wake up, gorgeous,” Blaine whispers by Kurt’s ear, and he smiles when Kurt’s face wrinkles up, his eyelashes fluttering.

“‘s cold,” Kurt mumbles, trying to burrow up into the sheets more than he already has, drawing them tight around his bare shoulders. Blaine rolls his eyes and slips back under the blankets with Kurt, smiling into Kurt’s hair when he tugs Blaine close and snuggles up against him. “Stay.”

Blaine rolls his eyes at the command, pressing his lips to Kurt’s temple. “You really don’t like waking up, huh?”

It’s not the first time they’ve slept together - the kind of sleeping together that involves actual sleeping, that is - but those moments are few and far between, and Blaine still isn’t used to waking up with someone warm next to him, breathing softly and trying to hog Blaine and the covers at the same time. He can’t really blame Kurt for not wanting to get up, actually.

“Mmm,” is all Kurt says, sliding his arm around Blaine’s waist and nuzzling his nose against Blaine’s collarbone.