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wowbright · 4 months ago

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Chapter 13: Feeling

Figureskating!Blaine/designer!Kurt Olympics AU for december klaine fanworks challenge. Also on AO3.

They didn’t end up at Garden of the Gods after their high tea. They toured the rest of Miramont Castle, Kurt expressing simultaneous delight and horror the building’s eclectic mishmash of Queen Anne, Romanesque, English Tudor, Venetian Gothic, Byzantine, and half a dozen other architectural styles. “I can't figure out any rhyme or reason to it. He just threw in whatever he liked with no regard for aesthetic unity. It's hideous. I love it! I mean, I could never live here. It's an architectural identity crisis. Two completely different styles of window in a single stairwell? It would kill me. But the audacity! The chutzpah! I hate his vision, but at least he had one.”

Just listening to Kurt made joy bubble up inside Blaine. Kurt was a delight. A force of nature. Blaine imagined how much more entertaining his visits to Turino and Vancouver, Tokyo and Sapporo and Nagano, Paris and Goyang and Gothenburg would have been with Kurt in tow, providing color commentary on all the sights and sounds and smells of each city, relishing even in the things that repelled him because their newness was enough to cause delight. He wished Kurt was going with him to Sochi. It was beautiful and strange and tacky and sad and utterly fascinating. Kurt would be so alive in it.

Almost a week later, they finally made it to Garden of the Gods. It had been a long week, the excitement of the looming games overshadowed too often by dull meetings, bickering between Sue and Sebastian, and that annoying young punk Sam Evans, who refused to let Blaine forget he had been named to the first spot, while Blaine only made it on the roster this Olympics because the third choice’s hip injury flared up after the nationals championships. Blaine tried to act like the adult he was and overlook the “gramps” and the “old man” and “Jar Jar” (because the first thing he’d said to Blaine upon arriving in Colorado Springs was “You’re kind of like Jar Jar Binks, though, aren’t you? Because nobody actually wanted you in the sequel.”) He kept telling himself that Sam was a kid who was clearly overcompensating for his insecurities about launching his senior career with the eyes of the entire world on him. Blaine had been sixteen once, and just as insecure.

On the other hand, Blaine hadn’t been an asshole. And he had never, ever thought it would be a good idea to waggle his hips on the ice like a second-rate nightclub stripper to a weird, saxophone-heavy instrumental mashup of Justin Bieber's greatest hits. When Blaine had politely suggested Sam tone down on the thrusting, the kid had come back with, “You’re not my coach, gramps. Sex sells. You’re just jealous because you’re an old geezer whose lost all his testosterone and his sex appeal.”

The kid was horned up and classless and, worst of all, rude. How was he competing for a spot in the team event with this brat?

But no. Blaine was not going to think about that. It was a perfect, sunny day, the light of the winter sun sloping through the red rock formations at low angles that painted crisp shadows against the snow.

Even better, he was here with Kurt Hummel: beautiful, delightful, amazing Kurt. They hadn't gotten nearly enough time together since the high tea—which means they saw each other every day but not all day, Blaine visiting the costume studio even when it wasn't strictly necessary, and Kurt hanging out at practices even when he might have been exploring the tourist spots, and eating meals together when they could (but very often not alone, thanks Sue and Sebastian and the entire U.S. figure skating team), and Blaine even inviting Kurt back to his apartment only to find that Mike and Kitty had formed an encampment in front of the television for a marathon session of watching the routines of every single competing pair they would face in Sochi. So he and Kurt had joined them instead of enjoying a quiet dinner like Blaine had planned and maybe, if Blaine was allowed to dream, enjoying each other in a different way that Blaine had to stop himself from imagining every time Kurt helped him remove the latest iteration of his costume.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” Kurt said as they made their way down the trail between two towering pillars of vividly striped rock. “I never would have thought to come on my own.”

“No?”

Kurt shrugged. “City boy. I forget it can be nice to be out in nature. I mean, I could do without feeling like my nose is about to fall off my face, but it really is pretty. And quiet. And …” he sighed contentedly.

“Here. I wouldn't want your nose to disappear.” Blaine tugged his scarf from his neck and draped it around Kurt’s, folding it gently to form a pocket of warm air over Kurt’s lower face. It felt both bold and easy—easy because they had stood this close many times as Kurt measured Blaine’s body or draped fabric over it or adjusted this and that bit of his costume, so that sharing such a close space had become second nature; bold because it was now Blaine doing the reaching out and touching.

“Usually, I would complain about this not coordinating with my carefully curated ensemble. But it's Burberry. And cashmere. So I’ll make an exception.” Kurt's eyes danced above the fabric, a dazzling contrast of blue and green above the pale yellows and grays of the checked scarf. “But what about your nose?”

In answer, Blaine reached into his collar and pulled the fabric of this turtleneck up over his chin. It was long enough that he could cover his whole face with it if he wanted to. He had, in fact, chosen it in the very hope that he might lose his scarf to Kurt. “I came prepared for every possibility.”

Kurt smiled. Blaine couldn't see his mouth of course, but he could see his eyes and the way they narrowed as Kurt’s cheekbones lifted, the skin on the outer edges crinkling into deep, happy furrows.

“You’re …” Blaine started to say, but the words caught in his throat. That’s how beautiful Kurt was. It made Blaine forget how to speak.

“I’m …?” Kurt said—curiously, not flirtatiously. He clearly had no idea what was going on inside Blaine at this moment.

Blaine shook his head to loosen his tongue. It only half worked. He couldn't get the words I out that he’d meant to. But the ones he spoke were perhaps even more inspired. “I want you in Sochi with me.”

Kurt stopped in his tracks.

“I mean, if you're free. If you want to. If you—” Was this another case of Blaine diving into concrete? It had really looked like water to him. “I fully trust you can get everything done before we go, but I think … I think I would feel better having you there. You're the only one who—”

“—knows the costumes well enough to fix them if you need any last-minute repairs?”

That was not what Blaine had been trying to say, but it was true. “Yes. And you understand my vision. Besides … seeing you at Miramont Castle, I couldn't help but think how much you would enjoy yourself there.”

Kurt’s eyes went wide. “You’ve been there before? And it’s transcendently tacky?”

“Only parts of it,” Blaine chuckled. “It’s mostly because you appreciate things that are … different, or— I don’t know. You just appreciate things in a way I’ve never seen anyone do before. And I … I just thought, we really should have you there anyway, because what if something changes? What if I hear something or feel something new and I have a sudden fit of artistic inspiration and you’re not there to help me bring it to life? And then I go do my programs and yes, of course the costumes are beautiful, because you made them, and they say most of the things I wanted to say, but there’s something else and … ” Blaine looked down at the dirt peeking through the tracks in the snow. He was so frustrated with himself. He wasn’t making himself clear at all. He probably sounded crazy. A needy prima donna demanding too much. “We’ll pay you, of course. And flights and lodgings and meals. An interpreter if you want. I know it must be an incredible inconvenience. But you’re so inspiring and …”

Blaine looked up. And Kurt was there, looking back at him. Blaine saw the answer in his eyes. Kurt was right there with him. He didn't think Blaine was crazy at all. “I'd love to go,” Kurt said quietly, his voice gentle and reassuring like the waves lapping up on Cabrillo Beach at low tide. He tugged Blaine’s arm, and pulled him forward, and Blaine’s heart started to pound out of his chest because he wanted to kiss Kurt so badly but also maybe he should have had a Tic Tac first and also would Kurt think that his bubble gum-flavored chapstick was gross and also there was a group of gruff evangelical conservatives just 50 yards ahead, and the one who looked like he was in the military was loudly explaining how the sedimentary lines were all formed in the great flood of Genesis 6 through 9 and—

It turned out Kurt’s face was not the destination he had intended for Blaine. Because Kurt stepped forward too, or backward—well, in the same direction Blaine was moving, so that they stayed the same distance apart—and Blaine realized that they were not kissing in the brilliant winter sun of the Garden of the Gods. They were walking again.

“So,” Kurt said. “How many times have you been to Sochi?”

It took a moment for Blaine to regain his bearings. He had to replay the question twice in his brain in order to understand it. “I've been to the Russia lots. But Sochi only once. The Grand Prix was held there last season.”

“Ah,” Kurt said with a tone of—disappointment? Not in Blaine, but like he had made some sort of faux pas. “I should probably know that.”

Oh. Blaine didn’t like the expression on Kurt’s face. It was almost sad. He never wanted Kurt to be sad. He stepped a little closer to Kurt, let their shoulders brush. “I kind of like that you don’t.”

Kurt still looked kind of sad. But also curious. “Is it hard?”

“What?”

“People knowing so much about you before you’ve even met them.”

It was and it wasn't. Blaine had spent so much of his life in the limelight that he had become used to it. And it wasn't like he was Brad Pitt or Obama or the Pope. He didn't get recognized by every single person every single place he went. The times when it was hard was when people thought they already knew him—when they filtered everything he said and did through the picture of him they had already built in their minds based on public appearances and TV broadcasts and news clippings—when nothing he said or did could surprise them, because they had already decided not to be surprised.

“Nobody knows who I am before I've met them,” Blaine said. “Sometimes they don't even know after they've met me.”

Kurt was silent. Blaine listened to the sound of their shoes crunching against the snow.

“I hope I don't make you feel like that,” Kurt said.

Blaine’s campaign to cheer Kurt up was totally failing. He could do better. “You don't make me feel like that at all, Kurt. You make me feel like … Talking to you, it feels like … like I’m new. To you. And to me, too. And you’re new, and fascinating, and … it’s like I'm discovering a part of the world that was always there but I never knew existed. Even myself, when we talk, when you ask me questions and you listen—you really listen, Kurt, you make me feel like the things I say are actually interesting and surprising and even delightful—it’s like I'm remembering things I forgot about myself or never even knew.”

Blaine looked at Kurt, and for the first time since he had draped Kurt in his scarf, he wished he could see more of Kurt’s face. There was something in Kurt’s eyes that Blaine felt like he would be just on the edge of understanding, if only he could see more.

“You are interesting and surprising and delightful,” Kurt said solemnly. “And you make me feel that way too.” He glanced over his shoulder before giving Blaine’s hand a quick squeeze, then let go. In a low whisper, he added, “I want it to be out in the open, though. I might not have been a super fan who tracked your every media mention in elaborately decorated scrapbooks and curated Delicio.us lists. But I did have some preconceived notions about you.”

A tiny flutter like panic quickened in Blaine’s chest. What if they were bad? No, he was being stupid. He knew it was stupid. Kurt's tone was soft, silky, alluring. That wasn't the voice of someone who was about to say something mean to you. And even if Kurt used to think bad things about him, it shouldn't matter, because Kurt certainly seemed to like him okay now. But still— Blaine made a quick verbal counter turn. “Well, I had some ideas about you, too.”

“You didn't know who I was.”

“Not for as long as you knew about me, but I saw your portfolio, and it spoke to me. And Sebastian told me some things.”

“Oh, Christ on a cracker. That couldn't have been good.”

“Quite the opposite. He told me you were dedicated and hardworking and witty, and that you always stuck to your principles, and that I should trust you, because he trusted you, and he does not trust very many people.”

“Really? Sebastian said all that?”

“Really. It was so glowing that—” Despite the cold, Blaine felt heat rising to his cheeks. “I asked him if he had feelings for you.”

The scarf loosened around Kurt’s face as he wrinkled up his nose. “Oh. God, no. It's never been like that with us.”

“That's what he told me. I believe the exact words were something like ‘Don't get me wrong, I would totally bang him if he would just uncross his legs for two seconds and let me, but the difference between you and me, Blaine, is that I know the difference between romance and sex.’”

“Sounds like Sebastian,” Kurt said. Well, at least the Sebastian he had known all his life until the previous Sunday morning. Apparently for the new Sebastian, romance and sex were starting to overlap, at least a tiny bit. “And I'm sorry he told you so many lies about me.”

“You know they aren’t, Kurt. You're all that, and then some.”

“Well, then.” Kurt looked away, his eyes batting like Bambi’s. He was so adorable when he was flummoxed. “You subject me to all that overwhelming flattery, but you won’t let me tell you my preformed impressions of you?”

Ah. So Kurt had noticed the counter turn. Apparently he was getting to know Blaine even better than Blaine had thought. Blaine momentarily closed his eyes against the bright sun and took a deep breath. “Okay, fine. Hit me with your worst.”

“Well, you're a wonderful skater, obviously. I mean, I know that can’t mean anything to you coming from me, I don't have the expertise to judge but ... I always feel something when I watch you skate. Figure skating doesn't always feel like art to me—maybe that's why I've focused more on costuming for ice dance until now—but it does, when I watch you. You have all this ... generosity and passion inside of you, and it spills out onto the ice. It's mesmerizing. And not just because you're incredibly good-looking.”

Blaine made a sharp inhale. “You think I'm good-looking?” He was not being coy. He was, on some level, honestly surprised. Even though they’d been flirting, even though he knew Kurt felt something about him on some level because he’d pretty much said so not three minutes ago, it felt revelatory. To have the words spoken—that made it real. Kurt Hummel, the most beautiful man the world had ever seen, thought Blaine Anderson was visually appealing.

Kurt laughed. “Well, yes. That's one of the other prejudices I might have brought into our first meeting.”

“I think I'm okay with that,” Blaine said, delight coiling his muscles. “Though you’ve seen me without make-up on now. And exhausted. And impatient with Sue. So I suppose I’ve managed to dissuade you a bit from your previous position.”

“Oh, no,” Kurt said—only it didn't really sound like words, but more like breath, or the sound of the air breezing through a crack in the rocks. “I find you quite attractive. Much more than I ever could have imagined anyone to be.”

#december klaine fanworks challenge 2024 #my klaine advent #wowbright writes fic #day 9: feeling #klaine fic #Figureskating!Blaine/designer!Kurt Olympics AU

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receivedhope · 2 months ago

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i actually never desired any kind of redemption arc for sebastian. i appreciate that his character set out to do something for the story (introduce conflict to klaine, be a general antagonist to the ND) and accomplished just that, i dont think we necessarily needed to see anything more of him - and i count sebastian as one of my very favorite characters!

i think the only other place the story wouldve had for him where he could fit in seamlessly was in s6, to be kurts rebound instead of walter, since walter is honestly just so whatever. he isnt committed to either the kurt humiliation misery porn or the #kurtdeservedbetter so i just cant care about him.

but sebastians core motivation always has been that he is here to be a disruptive force - s6 wouldve been perfect for him? especially in contrast to karofsky, who is a ghost of kurts past. wouldnt it be fair turnabout if kurts rebound was one of blaines?

i personally also always liked how connected sebastian, dave and klaine are. yes, obviously part of it is that theyre like close to the only gay guys in a midwest state with very little local gay scene. but dave has always been a defining part of klaines story (starting with how kurts decision to spy on the warblers, while egged on by puck, has been largely influenced by how much of an outcast he feels like at mckinley). there is also the retroactive confirmation in tested that blaine liked that he could help kurt. meanwhile sebastian loosely contributed to kurt deciding hes ready to have sex with blaine for the first time and shined light on klaine's issues they needed to work on.

i also think sebastians "being nice sucks" is very much indicative that the events of OMW was not influenced by any sort of moral conscious harshly flicking him on the forehead, he moreso realized he does not want to deal with such un-fun things like suicide or perhaps it was due to some external influence (like his dad) making him stop fucking around.

so adult sebastian 100% could decide he wants to stir shit up for fun again.

blaine has always been some form of a powerplay conquest to him. like sorry i dont want to be mean but that man has come out several times to say he thinks relationships are boring and he just wants to fuck and was basically the exact opposite of a family friendly sexless gay man straight people want to see if they must. im sure he had several grindr accounts banned for being underage. i dont think he was "in love" with blaine LOL.

so i personally think positioning him against blainofsky wouldve been interesting for that aspect as well. i have an extensive kurtofsky timeline and my read of them has always been firmly footed in dave being obsessed with kurt and blaine basically had to drop out of college and move back home after the pain of kurt rejecting him. i think it would be the most sebastian thing ever if he thought "oh yeah i could do better than them" and start being interested in kurt for the competition of it.

i also think that kurt would appreciate someone being a little bit mean with him and he could just vent without someone going "but think of all the good things about your relationship" or getting overwhelmed trying to think of how to fix it.

i also want kurt to have a shitty boyfriend literally no one approves of and all of his friends and family hate.

and the sebastian redemption could be him giving his blessing when kurt says he wants to go to the wedding with blaine.

#tw opinion #<- tag ill use for stuff not qualifying of meta in any shape #and also to remind you that this is not really up for debate because i just think it would be funny and i want that

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year ago

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A beautiful day in the neighbourhood

Summary: Kurt goes home to Lima for the holidays. There, he meets his parents' new neighbours, the Andersons. Kurt specifically is drawn to their youngest son, Blaine.

Notes: Hello everyone! This is my Klaine Secret Santa gift for @twinkkurt! I was a bit nervous when I got your username, because I love your art so much and I, uh, wanted to impress you. I hope you like it. I really liked writing it.

An additional thanks to Beth @quizasvivamos, who helped with brainstorming the title.

Happy reading!

AO3 | S&C

Kurt’s staring out of the window of his parents’ house with a wistful smile on his face.

He loves New York with his whole heart, but he has to admit that Lima has its charm. Back when he was a teen, he never thought he’d think this way.

Maybe now that he no longer lives here, he’s able to look at it in a different way. It’s nice to be here, with the knowledge that he’ll eventually go back home. Besides, New York is too loud and eccentric and a part of Kurt thrives because of it, but another part of him has learnt to appreciate this quieter atmosphere of Lima.

Oh, and it helps that Kurt never has to run into anyone from high school ever again. All his closest Glee club friends have left Lima as well, so he has no reason to seek out anyone who might recognise him from school. No longer being a high schooler is definitely the biggest perk of living in New York. High school was the main reason he couldn’t ever appreciate the quiet life here, because his life was never quiet. He could never appreciate the small tight-knit community feel, because he didn’t feel like he was welcomed into it.

But now he’s an adult who only comes back to Lima every now and then to see family and friends who are also visiting.

Kurt sighs as he watches a neighbour walk his dog. The neighbour sees him staring and smiles and waves. This truly is different from the rapid pace of the big city. His neighbour in New York barely gives him the time of day and she’s moving out within a few days. Kurt will not miss her. This man, on the other hand, has already shown Kurt more kindness in these few seconds than the other neighbour has in years.

Also, Kurt’s never seen this man in his life. He certainly doesn’t remember him.

“That’s Mr. Anderson,” Kurt hears.

He looks over his shoulder. His dad is sat on the sofa with a book open on his lap, but he also noticed Mr. Anderson walking past the house.

“Is he new in the neighbourhood?” Kurt asks.

His dad nods.

“Yes, he and his wife moved here a couple of weeks ago from Westerville. Apparently they had been planning on moving to a smaller house ever since their youngest son moved out.”

“And they moved to a random suburb in Lima, of all places?” Kurt asks, bemused.

His dad barks out a laugh.

“I know it’s hard to believe for a big city lover, but people still willingly move to the Midwest,” his dad says with a jokey tone.

Kurt moves away from the window and forgets about Mr. Anderson. Instead, he cosies up against his dad and he watches a rerun of Drag Race. His dad keeps reading, since he’s not bothered by the noise. Carole later comes into the living room and when she sees Drag Race is on, she eagerly joins Kurt.

This is what Kurt loves about Lima.

This is what he misses the most when he’s in New York.

This is also one of the moments he misses his brother, but he doesn’t want to bring it up when Carole is trash-talking the judging section. Besides, Kurt’s pretty certain she misses him too at this moment. It goes unsaid.

He and Carole watch three episodes in a row when the doorbell rings. It’s the delivery of groceries. Kurt’s dad gives the delivery person a huge tip to celebrate the holidays and the three of them put them away while chatting about the holiday plans. Tomorrow, some extended family members are coming over for Christmas and Kurt and Carole are going to cook a grand meal for everyone, while Kurt’s dad is going to set up a makeshift bar.

Everyone is going to be perfect.

Hopefully.

But when Kurt and his family are finished putting away the groceries, Kurt realises that they’re missing an ingredient.

“Rosemary! Carole, we are missing the rosemary!” Kurt exclaims. He checks the receipt again, but it really isn’t on it. Which is good, because then they also didn’t pay for it, but they need the rosemary.

Carole realises she forgot to order it, which can happen, but now Kurt’s fucked.

“Calm down, Kurt,” his dad says, “I will drive to the store tomorrow morning before the guests arrive.”

“I appreciate it, dad,” Kurt pouts, “But Carole and I need to start now, because it needs to be in the fridge overnight!”

“Ah. That’s… a problem,” his dad admits.

But then Carole lets out a small gasp.

“Wait a second! Burt, doesn’t Pam have a little herb garden?”

Kurt’s dad thinks it over.

“Yes, she does,” he answers, “But it’s winter, Carole.”

“But she might have some that she’s harvested earlier in the year,” Carole points out, “And Pam is a more experienced gardener. If there’s a way to keep rosemary alive in winter, then she’d know it!”

“Oh, you have a point there. Can we ask if she has some to spare?”

“I think we can just ask her. She wouldn’t mind,” Carole continues, “Kurt can go, because he knows how much we need. He found the recipe on the internet!”

“Brilliant,” his dad says, “Great plan, Carole.”

“That’s why you’re married to me,” Carole jokes.

Kurt waves his arms to get his parents’ attention.

“Hi, hello,” he says, “I love this idea. Who’s Pam?”

“Pam Anderson, the new neighbour,” Carole answers.

“Mr. Anderson’s wife,” his dad adds for clarification.

“On it,” Kurt says.

Carole tells Kurt that the Andersons moved into the house left of theirs, which delights Kurt, since he never really liked Ms. Johnson and her weird grandson anyway. He grabs his coat, since it’s very cold outside, and tells his dad and Carole that he’d be back soon.

The Andersons have a festive wreath on their front door and it makes Kurt smiles. He rings the bell and waits for Mr. Anderson or his wife to open the door. He can already hear the dog bark and his smile widens.

The door opens and Kurt’s ready to introduce himself and ask if Pam is around, but when he sees the man who’s opened the door, he’s rendered speechless. It’s not Mr. Anderson, but it’s another man. He must be around Kurt’s age and he’s dressed in a cozy sweater with a cute checkered bowtie to top it all off.

Kurt’s dad mentioned that the Andersons have a son and this must be him. Kurt assumes he’s also visiting family for the holidays.

“Uh, hello?” the son asks after a short silence. He looks a bit confused and Kurt realises he’s standing on this porch in complete silence, staring at him.

Right. Not a great first impression.

Kurt quickly composes himself.

“Hi, uh, my name is Kurt,” he says and he mentally high-fives himself for being able to sound coherent, “My parents live next door. The Hummel-Hudsons.”

A look of understanding crosses the man’s face. Now Kurt is no longer a random person that came out of nowhere. That’s progress.

“Anyway, my stepmother said that your, uh, mother might have some spare rosemary? We don’t have any and we really need it for the recipe that we’re trying out.”

The man steps aside so that Kurt can come inside.

“Come on in, it’s too cold to wait outside.”

“Thanks.”

Kurt follows the man to the living room where he’s greeted by an enthusiastic dog. There are three other adults. Kurt recognises Mr. Anderson, but there’s also a woman, presumably Pam, and another man who looks slightly older than the son. The son and Kurt explain the situation and, as Carole predicted, Pam is eager to help out.

“Oh, I need to go outside to harvest some,” Pam says.

“If it’s too much of a hassle-”

“Nonsense,” Pam cuts him off, “I’ll be back in a jiffy. Blaine, can you find my easy shoes?”

“They’re probably still at the back door where you left them, iná,” the son, who’s apparently named Blaine, says.

“Smartass,” Pam jokes.

Kurt tells Pam how much he and Carole need and Pam goes outside. Kurt’s standing awkwardly in this family’s living room, but luckily, the dog takes an interest in him, so Kurt has something to do.

“You like pets?” he says while petting the huge Bernese mountain dog.

“Oh, she adores them,” Blaine says.

“Who’s a good girl?” Kurt coos.

“Well, she wasn’t a good girl earlier today when she made me walk five extra blocks,” the still unnamed man says, “She’s strong and doesn’t listen when she doesn’t want to.”

“She got that from you then, Cooper,” Mr. Anderson teases.

“Dad!”

Kurt smiles. He likes this family. He can see they all treat each other kindly and that they are close, the same way his family works. Pam comes back with a handful of rosemary for Kurt and he thanks her profusely.

“No biggie,” she says, “Happy holidays.”

Blaine walks Kurt towards the door and they don’t say much, which is fine by Kurt, because then he has less opportunity to embarrass himself. He hopes he isn’t red in the face and if he is, then hopefully Blaine will think it’s because of the cold.

“Thanks again,” Kurt says and leaves.

Once he’s back in his own kitchen, he hands the herbs to Carole, who’s delighted. She’d already started meal prepping.

“Did you know that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson’s sons are visiting?” Kurt asks.

“Oh, no I wasn’t aware.”

“Me neither.”

“Have you met him- them before?”

“Only Cooper, the eldest,” his dad answers, “He helped his parents move in. The youngest couldn’t make it because of his studies. Cooper is… interesting.”

He and Carole share a private smile and Kurt needs to remind himself to ask about that later, but now he has a more pressing matter.

“And the youngest?”

Carole shrugs.

“Pam says he barely has time to visit, which everyone dislikes, but we get it.”

Kurt also gets it. He wishes he could be here with family more often.

“I did hear that he lives in New York as well!” Kurt’s dad says. Now, that is interesting. “Cooper lives in LA, and Blaine lives in New York. I mean, he’s called Blaine, right?”

He directs that last question to Carole, but Kurt answers it.

“Yeah, he’s named Blaine. I just met him.”

“Oh lovely,” Carole says, “What are the odds? Maybe you two can meet up in New York.”

“… I barely know him, Carole,” Kurt says quietly.

“So?” Carole says back, “Nowadays, people your age meet each other online. I don’t think that barely knowing anyone is a barrier these days.”

“She has a point,” Kurt’s dad adds.

“Alright. Alright,” Kurt says.

The truth is that it sounds nice to get to know Blaine a bit more. Kurt’s not stupid. He understands that he finds Blaine cute. It’s been a while since he met a guy who immediately renders him speechless, but Kurt also knows from experiences that looks aren’t everything. He’s here in Lima to see him family, not to jump on the neighbours’ son.

He and Carole continue their meal prepping and the conversation moves away from Blaine.

The next day is filled with joy. Kurt barely has time to see his dad and Carole, so he definitely doesn’t have time to see his extended family.

Everyone likes what he and Carole prepared and Carole points out that everyone should thank Pam as well.

After dinner, Kurt’s aunts prepare the desert and Kurt’s younger cousins beg him to go outside with them.

“Come on, it’s snowing!”

Kurt has to admit that snow also is more enjoyable here than in New York, because in New York, snow feels more like a nuisance blocking Kurt’s way. He’s constantly busy, getting from one place to the other. Here, Kurt has no reason to leave the neighbourhood today. They all go outside to make snow angels and what not.

Suddenly, Kurt hears a somewhat familiar voice.

“See, Squirt, people in this neighbourhood know where it’s at!”

Kurt follows the sound of the voice. Cooper is standing in the doorway of his parents’ house, decked out in winter clothes. Kurt can see Blaine behind Cooper and he’s shivering. He’s talking to Cooper, but he’s too far away for Kurt to understand.

“Coop, close the door,” Kurt can make out at one point.

Cooper says something back before going outside and closing the door behind him. Then he waves at Kurt.

“Hi, merry Christmas, forgive my stupid brother,” Cooper says loudly, probably so that Blaine can also hear it, “He’s a New Yorker, so he doesn’t appreciate snow enough. But I barely see this white goodness in my life, so I am out and about!”

“Tell your brother that I am also a New Yorker so he has no reason to stay inside,” Kurt jokes and Cooper’s eyes widen.

“Great idea!” he says and immediately goes back to the house.

Kurt and his cousins watch how Cooper’s locked out and how he’s demanding Blaine to let him in.

“Who is he?” one of Kurt’s cousins ask.

“Son of the new neighbours,” Kurt answers.

“Is he also coming out to play?”

“I think so.”

“Cool.”

Cooper manages to get in and five minutes later, he and Blaine come outside. Cooper immediately bonds with Kurt’s younger cousins. Blaine stands aside and Kurt takes a deep breath. He can be sociable. He’s a kind neighbour!

“Hey,” he says casually.

“Hi.”

“Not the biggest fan of snow, I hear?”

Blaine shrugs.

“I am, actually, but I just don’t feel like hanging out with my brother in the snow.”

“Why is that?” Kurt looks at Cooper, who’s started building a snow hut with Kurt’s cousins.

“He’s cool, pun intended, with other people, but ever since we were little he’d be kind of an ass. He’d try to put snow down my back, for example,” Blaine explains.

Kurt winces. That is kind of a dick move.

But at least he still has a brother. And even though Blaine sounds genuinely irritated, Kurt understands that Blaine doesn’t actually hate Cooper for the snow thing. After all, Blaine still could’ve stayed inside.

“You did come out here,” Kurt points out.

“I kind of have you to blame for that,” Blaine teases.

“Oh?”

“Cooper said you’re from New York. I had been using my New York status against him.”

Kurt laughs.

“Oh, don’t get me started on snow in New York.”

“Pffff, yeah,” Blaine says, “Good thing the subway is underground, but getting there, trudging through a thick layer of snow? Hell.”

“Hah, yes!” Kurt says and they fall into a comfortable silence. They watch everyone else have fun, and Kurt has an idea. He bends down to make a little snowball and shows it to Blaine.

Blaine raises an eyebrow.

“Now that your brother is occupied with keeping my cousins busy… are you in for a snowball fight?”

Blaine has an amused look on his face.

“You know what. Why not?”

Kurt’s aunts asked everyone to come inside, since dinner is ready. Kurt and his cousins are huddled together around the table, getting warm again. Everyone had a lot of fun and time flew by. Kurt didn’t even realise that his aunts were asking him to come in, since he was running around like a madman, trying to hit Blaine with his massive snowball.

And now Kurt’s enjoying his desert, but he’s still thinking about Blaine. It was really fun, so maybe Carole is right. Maybe he can ask if Blaine wants to meet up in New York.

What’s the worst that can happen? Blaine can say no.

Okay, that thought is terrifying.

But he can also say yes.

Kurt doesn’t actually talk to Blaine the day after. He only sees him in the morning, when Blaine passes the window. It’s his turn to walk the dog. Kurt and Blaine wave at each other, but that’s it.

In the afternoon, Cooper walks the dog and in the evening, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson take him out. Kurt’s almost sad when he doesn’t get the chance to wave at Blaine.

Mr. and Mrs. Anderson are out of sight and Kurt lets out a pathetic, sad sigh.

“Dear lord, just ring the bell already!” his dad says.

“What do you mean?” Kurt feigns ignorance, but he’s not surprised that his dad sees right through it. His dad has always known him the best.

“Don’t think I missed the smitten look on your face, kiddo,” his dad laughs, “Your thoughts were elsewhere. And your cousins mentioned that you and Blaine seemed to hit it off.”

“He is really nice,” Kurt admits.

His dad hums.

“And handsome.”

His dad hums again.

“And he lives in New York.”

“He does!”

Kurt looks outside again, because for a split second he stupidly believes he is in some Hallmark movie where Blaine appears outside his window to express his adoration.

There’s no one, obviously. He and Blaine have only known each other for a short time.

But as his dad and Carole point out, this doesn’t have to be the end of it. Kurt goes home to New York just before New Year’s and then he might meet up with Blaine and get to know him better.

Then Kurt thinks: Fuck it, he deserves a cute holiday romance.

“You know what, dad? I will go see him tomorrow.”

“Wonderful!” his dad says, and he’s so genuinely happy for Kurt, it makes Kurt’s heart swell.

“Burt says you’re going to ask Blaine from next door out on a date,” Carole says during breakfast and Kurt almost spits out his food.

“Dad!”

“What?” his dad asks, not bothered at all.

“I didn’t say that,” Kurt quickly says, “I said I am going to ask if he wants to meet up once we’re back in New York.”

“With the intention of dating him.”

“With the intention of getting to know him,” Kurt corrects, although he mentally adds ‘and potentially date him later’, but his dad doesn’t have to know that yet, although as usual, his dad knows better.

“You can get to know him on a date,” Carole says, feigning innocence.

“Oh my god,” Kurt hides his head in his hands.

“Don’t mind us, Kurt,” his dad sounds amused, “Or, don’t mind Carole. I don’t want to invade your privacy. You do what you want to do.”

“Hey!” Carole says back.

“Oh my God,” Kurt repeats, with his head still in his hands, but he can feel the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He acts embarrassed, and maybe he is a little bit, but he’s also glad to have such a supportive family.

They really want him to be happy. Kurt knows so many people who don’t have it as good as him, so he’s not taking this for granted.

If Finn were still around, he’d volunteer to be Kurt’s personal wingman instantly.

“Alright, alright, I’ll keep you guys up to date,” Kurt relents, “I plan on seeing him later today.”

Kurt smells the opportunity for a little fashion moment, so he needs to make use of that. Most of his wardrobe is still in New York, but he likes to dress for the occasion, and asking his neighbours’ son to hang out is definitely a big one.

The conversation shifts to other topics, like his dad’s garage or Carole’s latest interest in diamond painting, and they finish their breakfast. Kurt helps out with the cleaning up and then it’s time to go up to his room to rummage through his limited wardrobe.

He’s going through his closet when the doorbell rings. Kurt doesn’t pay attention to it, because he can hear his dad moving around to open it, but his interested is piqued when his dad says it’s for him.

Kurt hastily puts on some clothes, since he was a bit undressed because he was trying on outfits, and he goes downstairs.

He stops halfway on the staircase when he sees Blaine in the hallway.

“Hey,” Blaine says.

“Hey?” Kurt says, unable to hide his confusion.

Oh, he also looks terrible. He picked the worst combination of clothes in his rush to get down.

Of course this happens to him when Blaine’s at the door. And don’t even mention his hair. It’s a monstrosity! Of course Blaine looks prim and proper.

“I’ll leave you two at it,” Kurt’s dad says and promptly turns around to leave, although once his back it towards Blaine, he winks towards Kurt.

The mix of embarrassment and happiness about his dad and Carole’s interest in Kurt’s love life returns.

“Hey,” Blaine says again.

“Oh. Hello,” Kurt finally comes down.

“I kinda wanted to talk to you before I leave.”

“Leave?”

Blaine nods.

“I’m flying back to New York later today,” Blaine clarifies.

“Oh.”

“I need to move apartments, so I couldn’t stay for longer,” Blaine continues.

“Right.”

“Which sucks, because I like seeing my parents.”

“Yeah.”

“Cooper not so much,” Blaine says, but again, Kurt can hear the jokey undertone.

Kurt smiles.

“Yeah.”

“But, uhm, I kinda wanted to ask if I could see you again? In New York, I mean? To, uh, chill?”

“To chill, huh?” Kurt says, amused, and Blaine turns a bit red.

“Weird choice of words,” Blaine agrees, “But what do you think?”

“Yes, sure,” Kurt tries to act casual and cool, but his mind is reeling. Blaine wants to see him too! Man, the moment Blaine’s out of the door, Kurt will probably jump up and down with excitement.

“Neat,” Blaine sounds relieved, “Can I have your number then?”

“Yeah!” Kurt answers and they exchange numbers.

“Alright. Cool. I mean, yeah, cool!” Blaine stumbles a bit over his words, which Kurt finds endearing.

“Cool,” Kurt echoes.

“Then see you soon!”

“See you soon,” Kurt says back.

Blaine leaves after that and as predicted, Kurt leans against the front door with a huge, disbelieved grin on his face. He might look like utter shit and his hair is a mess, but who cares, cause Blaine wants to hang out with him!

“And?”

Kurt looks up to see Carole’s head peeking around the corner.

Kurt’s smile widens.

Kurt isn’t in a rush to get back to New York, since he wants to savour every moment with his family and he meets up with friends, but knowing that Blaine is waiting for him in New York does make him more eager to leave.

Okay, Blaine isn’t actively waiting for Kurt, but Kurt can dream, right?

They’ve texted a little bit over the past few days, but now that Kurt’s actually leaving, he sends more messages.

“Kurt, get off your phone! We need to say goodbye!” Carole scorns, but it’s nor serious. Besides, she has a point. His dad and Carole and about to drive home from the airport, and Kurt’s on his phone to text Blaine.

“Sorry,” Kurt pockets his phone.

“You’ll see him enough,” his dad says.

“Ideally, yes,” Kurt says with a smile. He’s shooting his shot.

Not immediately, though. He doesn’t want to come off as overeager. He’s going home now, then he’ll celebrate New Year’s tomorrow with some friends, and then he’ll see if he can meet up with Blaine.

He and his parents say goodbye. As usual, the hug between him and his dad lasts a long time, but it’s time for Kurt to go. This really is the worst part of going back home. He knows his dad and Carole will miss him too.

New York is messy, loud, and gorgeous.

He takes the elevator to his floor. Then, he stops in front of his door and casts a look to his neighbour’s door. There’s a new rainbow doormat in front of it, which Kurt sees as a confirmation that his shitty neighbour is truly gone.

Once he’s inside, he lets out a sigh of relief. He’s so ready to just unpack and relax. He’ll need to do some groceries later, but now he wants to “chill”, as Blaine said.

So that’s what he does. He unpacks, makes some coffee, and browses social media on his phone in peace. He texts Blaine, telling him he’s arrived home, and he also checks in with some other friends about tomorrow’s New Year’s plans.

Yet, life continues. Groceries are part of adult, independent life. There’s no grocery delivery here for Kurt, so Kurt sighs and decides to just do it instead of procrastinate, which is something he’s proud of. He put on appropriate winter attire and grabs a shopper.

When he’s outside and turns around to lock his door, the neighbour’s door opens. Kurt doesn’t really pay attention, since he needs to lock his door. He’s forgotten once before, so he always pays attention here.

Once everything’s locked up, he turns to his side to introduce himself, since unlike his previous neighbour, Kurt does have manners, but his words die in his throat.

Blaine is standing on the rainbow doormat with a surprised look on his face.

“Hello neighbour,” he’s the first to break the shocked silence.

“Hello.”

“Long time no see-”

“What a surprise-”

It falls silent again, but it’s not an awkward silence. In fact, Kurt’s amused by this whole situation, because what are the odds? Blaine’s shocked expression has also been replaced by a more amused one.

“You’re my new neighbour,” Kurt sounds disbelieved.

“I see,” Blaine says back, “Hello, neighbour, again.”

The two of them laugh.

“I’m… going to go,” Kurt holds up his shopper.

“Oh,” Blaine opens the pocket of his jacket and takes out a folded up shopper, “Groceries?”

“Yes!” Kurt says. This is so weird. “I just got home from Ohio, so I have absolutely nothing.”

“I get it. Anyway, great to see you. I’m new here. Where do you get your groceries?”

“You haven’t done any grocery shopping since you moved here?” Kurt asks.

Blaine turns a bit red.

“Uh. No. I have.”

“Okay?” Kurt says with a frown.

“Sorry,” Blaine says and then lets out an awkward laugh, “This- I- Okay. I didn’t know how else to ask if you wanted to hang out now.”

Kurt’s eyes widen in surprise. Neither of them had made actual plans to “chill” yet. Kurt didn’t want to seem to eager, and Blaine hadn’t made any concrete suggestions yet.

Kurt’s down to hang out, even though he didn’t expect their first meet-up in New York to be for grocery shopping, but then he also didn’t expect Blaine to be his new neighbour.

“Sure,” Kurt says with a smile.

And that’s how they end at a coffee shop called Think Coffee instead of the grocery store. Kurt’s reasoning was that it’s easier to get coffee beforehand and before Kurt could apologise for randomly suggesting a coffee date (is it a date?), Blaine agreed to it.

Of course, they discuss how funny it is that their parents live next to each other, and now they also live next to each other.

“My dad mentioned that your family is originally from Westerville, I think?”

Blaine nods.

“Yes. Cooper and I went to a boarding school there, but we were day students. Do you know Dalton Academy?”

The name does ring a bell.

“From the Warblers?”

Blaine looks amazed.

“Yes!” he utters in disbelief, “That’s my former glee club!”

“Really?” Kurt asks, “I’m from the New Directions.”

Blaine shoots him a quizzed look.

“McKinley High, in Lima,” Kurt clarifies.

“… That sounds familiar.”

“This is insane,” Kurt says before taking a sip of his coffee. He needs to let this sink in. The day has certainly turned out to be different than expected.

“Yeah. I’m a Dalton boy.”

“And then your parents moved to Lima of all places, when you graduated.”

Blaine snorts.

“I know right?” he says, but then he smiles, “Although, it led to me meeting you, so I cannot hold it against them anymore.”

“I agree.”

“And you? Did you grow up in that house?”

Kurt shakes his head.

“No, but I did grow up in Lima. My dad got married to Carole a few years back, and then they bought that house for the four of us to live in.”

“Four?”

“Me, my dad, my stepmother and my stepbrother,” Kurt answers.

“I didn’t know you had a brother!” Blaine sounds surprised, “God, I hope he’s not as bad as Cooper.”

“Oh… Well… No,” Kurt says slowly.

“Did I miss him during my visit? I mean, my parents never mentioned him, so does he live out of the state?”

Kurt sighs. This part is always hard, painful, and eventually awkward. He didn’t plan on bringing up the dead brother story, but on the other hand, he does want to get to know Blaine and he hopes Blaine wants to get to know him as well. Well, it must be. Otherwise Blaine wouldn’t have joined him on this supposed grocery trip.

“He died, actually,” Kurt says quietly.

As expected, the silence stretches out and it becomes more awkward and awkward.

“Oh. Kurt. I’m… sorry,” Blaine eventually says, although he seems a bit lost for words.

“It’s okay.” It’s not, but it’s okay that Blaine doesn’t know what to say. Kurt can’t blame him. How do you properly react to hearing a young person died?

“Oh, shit!” Blaine suddenly exclaims, “And here I am, complaining constantly about Cooper! That’s such a dick move!”

“It’s okay,” Kurt says again, “You didn’t know. And besides, it was fun to see you two interact.”

“Yeah?” Blaine asks.

Kurt hums.

“Yes. It’s clear that your complaining and his teasing comes from a place of love. Me and Finn would do the same. God, you have no idea how many times I complained about his habits, or how many times he’d playfully tease me for my brooch collection.”

Kurt would give anything to hear Finn playfully mock his hippo brooch again.

“Can you tell me about him?” Blaine asks.

So Kurt does. He tells Blaine that he and Finn didn’t really like each other at the beginning, but then they both joined glee club, although it turned out that Finn got blackmailed by their glee club director who had planted a stash of weed in Finn’s locker. (“What?” “It’s not important, Blaine.”) That’s how they slowly became friends, and Kurt eventually developed a crush on Finn and decided to pair up his dad and Finn’s mom in an attempt to get closer to Finn. (“Excuse me?” “It’s in the past, Blaine.”) But eventually their parents got married and Kurt’s crush died out and they became stepbrothers. It was a bit rocky at the beginning, but they grew to love each other as family and dropped the “step” part quickly.

“So yeah, we didn’t always see everything eye to eye, but that’s just how family is. I miss him, especially now, during the holidays.”

“I can imagine.”

“The entire family always shows up, and it’s glaringly obvious that someone is missing,” Kurt laments, “I don’t like to dwell on it, neither do my dad and Carole, but it’s on our minds, especially when I see my cousins together, or when you and Cooper banter. But it also makes me think of good memories with him, like the time he and his friend Puck dressed up in Star Wars outfits for Christmas.”

“Oh. Amazing.”

“Or when Carole told Finn he needed to help out for Christmas dinner, and he burned it all down, so we ended up eating soup out of a can that year.”

Kurt chuckles and Blaine also lets out a laugh.

“He sounds lovely,” Blaine says.

“He was. Most of the time.”

They laugh again.

Kurt lifts his cup to get another sip, only to find it empty. Blaine also wiggles his cup around.

“Time flies,” he says.

Kurt hums in agreement. He gets out of his seat.

“Grocery time?” he asks.

“Oh. Yeah. Groceries,” Blaine sounds bewildered. It’s that Kurt definitely needs to eat, otherwise he also would’ve forgotten.

Kurt leads them to the grocery store he always goes to, which is one that Blaine hadn’t seen before, so that’s a nice extra. Kurt needs to buy a lot, since he just got home after a trip to Lima, but Blaine only needs some things. Still, he sticks around to talk to Kurt and so that they can walk home together.

“Hello neighbour.”

Blaine looks a bit surprised. He probably didn’t expect Kurt to just knock, but Kurt’s feeling daring. Yesterday’s coffee and grocery trip-slash-date was a lot of fun and Kurt decided to just go for it.

“Hello,” Blaine says back.

“Do you have plans for this New Year’s?”

“Yes?” Blaine says, which is fair. Kurt should’ve expected that. “But why are you asking?”

Kurt’s asking because he woefully fantasised about kissing Blaine, if he wants, when the clock hits midnight.

“Oh. Well, I am meeting up with some friends and I wanted to see if you wanted to join, but it makes sense you already have plans.”

Kurt’s about to awkwardly say goodbye and admit defeat, but Blaine stops him.

“I’m meeting my friends at eleven in the evening. I still have time. When will you meet your friends?”

“Also later today,” Kurt answers. Around ten, or something. It wasn’t very clear. It’s more one of those “drop by whenever you want” parties. He just wanted to check if Blaine were interested in joining.

“Sooo,” Blaine draws out the word, “I don’t think I can make it to your friend’s party, but what are your plans now?”

Now? Well, Kurt planned on binge watching trashy TV, order food and wait till it’s time to go see his friends.

“Nothing. I am free,” Kurt answers.

Blaine opens his front door further and steps aside.

“Feel free to come in, then,” Blaine says with a smile and how can Kurt refuse. He didn’t plan on this, but he isn’t mad about it.

“Thank you.”

Blaine gives Kurt a small tour of his still bare apartment. It’s clear that he’s only just moved in. Blaine tells Kurt that beforehand he lived in a shitty dorm room, so he was ecstatic when he found this relatively cheap apartment.

Kurt can relate. He used to live in Bushwick in a place that didn’t have proper walls. This building is still not the most luxurious, but it is an upgrade!

“My dad mentioned you moved here for your studies,” Kurt recalls.

Blaine nods.

“Yeah. I’m go to NYADA. Maybe you’ve heard of it.”

Oh, Kurt’s heard of NYADA. He got accepted into NYADA as well, but he turned it down to pursue an education in fashion instead. But he knows how hard it is to get into NYADA.

The conversation quickly turns into a long and winded discussion about the current Broadway season and how other shows got robbed at previous Tony Awards ceremonies.

Blaine also shows off his new coffee machine (“Got it as a Christmas present!”), so Blaine makes Kurt a fancy cappuccino. It’s so comfortable to be around Blaine and Kurt’s glad that Blaine likes him too.

An hour later, they’re on Blaine’s couch, huddled underneath a shared fleece blanket, and they’re eating snacks that Kurt brought over from his place while watching a Broadway bootleg. Kurt adores this show, but he’s having a hard time paying attention to it.

How can he, when Blaine’s so close?

He keeps staring at Blaine, so of course Blaine notices at one point.

“Something on my face?” he asks with a jokey tone.

Kurt doesn’t answer. He knows what he wants. He puts his hands on Blaine’s cheeks and pulls him in for a kiss.

Blaine kisses back and he wraps his arms around Kurt to pull him even more closer.

Kurt had wanted to kiss him at midnight, but he couldn’t wait any longer. There are no actual fireworks now in the background, but that doesn’t matter. Kissing Blaine already feels like fireworks are going off.

They keep kissing until they remember that they need to breathe.

“Woah,” Blaine sounds out of breath.

“Woah indeed,” Kurt echoes him.

The two of them stare at each other before Blaine throws himself on Kurt and kisses him again.

Later that evening, they’re finally finishing the bootleg. They got a bit preoccupied, so they weren’t able to watch all of it.

Both Kurt and Blaine cancelled their plans. They want to spend this New Year’s with each other. Outside, the city of New York is alive and bustling, filled with people who are ready to go wild and party. But Kurt and Blaine are fine, cuddling together in Blaine’s new apartment in their neighbourhood.

It’s a perfect way to start the new year and Kurt wouldn’t have had it any other way.

End notes: Here ya go, Arden! Your wishlist was an absolute delight and I actually had a hard time narrowing it down, because I wanted to include as much as possible. This fic uses the "genre: alternative universe", "genre: fluff", "genre: romance", "location: Ohio", "location: New York", "age: young adult/college", "designer!Kurt", "actor!Blaine", "preferred theme: holiday-themed" and of course "other favourite tropes/story elements: neighbours".

Happy holidays!

#holy fuck I wrote #2023 #klaine #glee #oneshot #klainesecretsanta2023

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Casting in the Dark

Drarry, 8k, M.

Summary:

The first time Draco has an orgasm with Harry, he’s not sure Harry even notices. In retrospect, this might not have been ideal.

A story about eighth year sexy shenanigans, boys who are not particularly experienced at either sex or communication, and first times that don’t always go smoothly.

A note of interest: I was inspired to write this story when someone recently left a very lovely comment on a Klaine fic I wrote years ago (Dancing in the Dark). This Drarry fic starts out the same way, but due to the fact that these are rather different couples, it then took on a life of its own. This is evidence, however, of how leaving comments can sometimes result very directly in more fic!

Casting in the Dark (read on A03):

The first time Draco has an orgasm with Harry, he’s not sure Harry even notices. In retrospect, this might not have been ideal.

It’s eighth year, an extremely convenient concept that McGonagall came up with when she witnessed students losing their collective shit as the end of the summer after the war approached. No amount of cooperatively fixing up the castle had prepared their cohort of traumatized survivors to move forward with adult lives just yet, so McGonagall and the castle, apparently, improvised. Instead of having to fend for themselves, the group gets another year of food provided to them three times a day, schoolwork so they have something to think about other than fear, and rules that are familiar, if not always welcome.

There are some differences, of course. The eighth years now live in a new house on the grounds that is a tad too rustic for Draco’s taste, a cross between a Swiss chalet and a hunting cabin. Their bedrooms are haphazard with little rhyme or reason to them, and instead of being assigned they all just wandered in and set up wherever they landed.

Draco and Pansy are in a room on the second floor, overlooking a grassy hill that swoops dramatically down to the lake. Blaise, Millie and a Ravenclaw girl are next to them, with two Hufflepuffs and Longbottom across the hall. Thomas and Finnegan are downstairs, next to the kitchen, along with Weasley, Granger, and a few other students. In a move that surprised no one, moments after they all filed in the house had shifted and popped a third floor, giving Harry a room all to himself.

The common room has a high ceiling and heavy wooden beams, thick rugs in faded colors, and scattered chairs and sofas that look worn but are on the whole surprisingly comfortable. And it’s here that it happens. Afterwards, Draco wonders if he should mark it down somewhere, whether maybe there’s a special way to commemorate such a first. If he should dig out his baby wizard book from a trunk at the Manor and make a new page: Draco’s First Partnered Orgasm. Mother would be so proud.

It's a Saturday in early December, almost the end of term. After dinner someone puts music on, louder than normal, the kind that thrums through your body and rattles your bones. Between that and the bottles of elf wine getting passed around, Draco’s feeling fine.

Millie and her Ravenclaw friend are dancing, hands above their heads and hair flying. They are soon joined by Pansy and Granger, who have formed an odd friendship, and Blaise, who’ll dance with anyone. Lovegood’s there too, turning the music up, and Longbottom arrives bringing more beverages, along with a group of seventh years that traipse in after him. Finnegan is fucking around with the candles, charming them to shine in shades of pink neon and tangerine. It's not the first house party of the term, but it’s shaping up to be the wildest. Despite that, Draco’s content to hang back, watching the colors flash and reflect against the tall windows that line the sides of the room.

Later Harry flops down on the sofa next to him, flush with alcohol. His eyes gleam in the flickering candlelight as he turns to Draco and hands him a glass. “Try it. It’s pretty good,” Harry says, leaning close to yell in Draco’s ear.

Draco takes a sip and grimaces as the liquid burns going down. It tastes like fruit flavored acid. “Is this Longbottom’s?” He leans close too. Yelling is so gauche.

Harry’s hair brushes Draco’s cheek. “Yup. He claims it’s punch.”

“Sure.” Draco braces himself and drinks the rest of the glass. “Where’s yours?”

Harry shrugs. “Finished it already.” He holds Draco’s gaze, and Draco can feel his whole body tingling. He thinks he knows where this is going. He really, really hopes he knows where this is going.

By now most of the students have abandoned the dance floor for more dimly lit corners of the room, the charmed candles accommodating the mood by blowing themselves out. The music is still loud, pulsing through Draco’s brain to the tune of the alcohol flowing through his veins.

Harry gives him a look that is probably meant to be sultry, but even as ridiculous as it is, it gets the point across. “Wanna…?” Harry asks, a smile dancing around his lips.

Draco nods, and before he knows it Harry has cast a <i>notice-me-not,</i> and then they are kissing, hands in each others’ hair, messy and free. After a while Draco shifts and stretches his legs out, optimistically pulling Harry down with him, but the soft isn’t big enough for them both to lie down and they wind up on the floor, half under the coffee table, laughing into each other’s faces.

“You’d think we’d never done this before,” Harry says, his grin stretching his cheeks, and Draco nearly chokes with glee because, to be clear, <i>they have never done this before.</i> Not with each other. Not even once.

“But you wanted to,” Draco says, regaining his composure, as much as it is possible to do while avoiding what he is hoping is a puddle of spilled wine and not something even more vile behind his head.

“Yeah, I did,” Harry says. “For ages. So did you.”

“I did.” Draco takes in a deep breath, and then leans in, wondering if Harry will kiss him again. He does.

Harry is an energetic kisser, and Draco tries to pay attention, tries to match what Harry is doing. Harry is generous with his caresses, but keeps his hands firmly above Draco’s belt, and his hips canted away, so Draco does the same. It’s more than fine with him, frankly, because he’s not all that interested in giving his fellow students a show, even if the room is dark and no one else is paying a damn bit of attention to what’s going on underneath the coffee table.

They kiss again and again. It’s fantastic. Harry drops kisses along Draco’s chin, and then down his throat, nosing his way into the open collar of his shirt. It makes Draco shiver with delight. Eager to make Harry feel just as good, Draco runs his hand over Harry’s chest, pausing to circle his nipples as he feels them harden through Harry’s thin t-shirt. This apparently works as intended, so Draco does it again, and Harry moans wantonly in appreciation. The sound shoots straight through Draco, and then he’s jerking his hips, pressing them to the floor and letting out his own embarrassing noises, ones he can only hope are muffled by the music.

Moments later, when feeling has returned to his legs, Draco shuffles to his feet. He just came in his pants. From kissing Harry Potter. He can hardly believe it. “Be right back,” he says, pointing towards the bathroom. Harry, looking a little dazed, just nods.

When Draco returns from cleaning himself up, Hermione and Ron are bracketing Harry on the sofa, clinking glasses together. Harry shoots Draco an apologetic look and turns back to his friends. Draco goes to his room, pushes all of the night’s confusing feelings away, and, helped along by the relatively high level of alcohol in his bloodstream, falls asleep.

The next morning Draco panics. He’s not really surprised that something happened between him and Harry – the UST, as Pansy calls it, has most definitely been building. But he’s got no idea what’s going to happen next. After Harry testified at Draco’s trial and McGonagall assigned them to work together mending furniture in the Great Hall, it became easier to get along. They’ve even been on a mostly first name basis since Harry’s birthday, as a result of a gillyweed-inspired game of truth or dare. More recently, the eighth year house has done its job, providing a cozy, safe space for the two of them to relax and breathe. Draco knows that as strange as it seems, he and Harry are friends.

Still, it’s one thing for the wizarding world’s golden boy to demonstrate how good and forgiving he is by allowing a former Death Eater to hang with him. It’s quite another to snog him.

So when Harry knocks on Draco’s door that morning and asks if he wants to come play Quidditch, Draco is very pleasantly surprised.

When a week goes by and there has been zero additional kissing, however, Draco is not so happy.

He hasn’t told Pansy about what happened, or anyone else. He doesn’t want to inadvertently screw it up before he knows what Harry wants. He doesn’t even know if Harry has kissed a boy before, how Harry identifies, or if he’s out.

Draco is, more or less. After the war, and after it was clear he wasn’t going to Azkaban, he told Pansy and Blaise. He’s not trying to keep it a secret, not any more. He thinks his parents already knew, but kept it quiet so that it wasn’t one more thing putting them at risk, one more vulnerability for Voldemort to exploit.

He doesn’t think Pansy saw Harry kissing him at the party, because if she had, she absolutely would have said something to him by now. Regardless, she seems to know something is up, giving him quizzical looks and questioning him on his plans in the evenings. He’s not quite ready to tell her, though. Not yet. Besides, he doesn’t need to confide in her to know what her advice would be.

Talk to him. Ha.

Read the rest on A03.

#Drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Drarry fic #Harry Potter fic

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amorhedera6 · 8 months ago

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actually sooooo tired of people being all anti-blaine or anti-kurt when they’re anti-klaine. ur missing the point!!! they were BOTH bad for each other. blaine cheated, had insecurities and let those control him. kurt had issues seeing blaine as a person with his own wants and desires, and in the later seasons often cares more about aspects their relationship (stressing over the wedding, the idea of having him back) more than their actual relationship. they worked the best in high school when there was pretty much no stakes. it was a messy, toxic, high school relationship just like every other goddamned ship in this show. sure you could argue blaine’s a narcissist or whatever, or you could kurt emotionally abused blaine (both real things i’ve seen) and it’s like. okay well santana manipulated britt’s intelligence to sleep with her while she was dating artie. sam actively pursued mercedes when she told him not to in s3 and went on to cheat on her. jesse and rachel were MADE on toxic. he started dating her bc shelby told him too, he then stole info for vocal adrenaline, cracked an egg on her head, pushed her to have sex, and she did run joey run which i guess he felt like was emotional cheating or something? they act like it’s cheating. idk, my point is, all the endgame ships are toxic and filled with drama. that’s the point of a high school show. but when you take the characters out of high school and give them real adult jobs even though they’re 19, is it makes people think the relationships are more serious and mature when they’re still, stay with me here, NINETEEN. and yes being cheated on sucks at any age but let’s remember that literally everyone in this show cheats at some point. and when it’s with each other for a different relationship, people don’t care. but when they do it outside of the club, it’s somehow way worse and important. just.. i hate that people hold these two specifically to a higher standard of how they have to be. everyone in this show sucks, they all cheat and manipulate and lie, because they are stupid high schoolers. that’s how the show works. stop hating on them so hard before i lose my mind.

#anti klaine #anti blaine anderson #anti blaine #anti kurt #anti kurt hummel #please stop being so mean to them before i cry #i don’t ship them either but be regular for the love of god #the rambles

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 4 months ago

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do you have any fics where they’re in HS or college and Kurt is in a bad relationship that Blaine helps him out of

I had a look at previous asks and here are some where Kurt is in an abusive or bad relationship, or has been abused, and Blaine helps him out - some are not set in high school or college, but I added them anyway. ~Jen

All You Needed Was Me by xCaellachx

Kurt attends the all men’s college Dalton Academy in New York. He meets Blaine who happens to be a first class jerk. But when Blaine decides Kurt should be his, will Kurt be able to resist him? Kurt has a secret and when Blaine finds out, the jerk in him leaves and the protector emerges. A/U Please read the triggers list on the first chapter.

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One In Four by SwingGirlAtHeart

When Blaine finds out that Kurt’s not being entirely honest with him about who he is, things go to hell in a handbasket pretty damn quickly. Things in Kurt’s head were never as simple as they seemed.

Note: Part 1 of the One In Four series

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Lessons Unlearned by BackwardsMuffin

Kurt’s mother had always stressed the importance of Stranger Safety. But now, hunched in the darkened room, with his limbs bound roughly behind his back, and a rope gag between his lips. Kurt wished more than ever, that he had really paid attention

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Puzzle Pieces by LaurenEP18

Blaine is new to McKinley and immediately inthralled with one, Kurt Hummel. Kurt has had a tough life and now his facade is beginning to crack. Klaine, badboy!Kurt. Warnings: non-graphic talk of rape, talk of suicidal thoughts, underage drinking, language, sex.

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Empty Nest Verse by @coffeegleek

Kurt is a runaway, homeless hybrid (fully sentient race.) Burt and Carole are empty nesters who see him sleeping under their porch.

Empty Nest started out as the simple description you see above. It was supposed to be a little ficlette and nothing more. Instead, it turned into my catharsis piece of the stressful life as a parent with a gay, POC young adult son and the dystopia that the U.S. has become for families like mine and the living nightmare for those that are far, far off worse. I do realize that it’s not everyone’s cup of coffee or tea, but I hope you give it a try.

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My Body Betrays Me by EmilianaDarling

Kurt’s been in a secret relationship with his roommate at Dalton for months. That would be fine… if he wanted any of it. If he could say no, and if Dave would listen. If he were with Blaine, his wonderful friend from the school’s glee club, instead.

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OSU!Verse by JudeAraya

Kurt wouldn’t realize until much later, how lucky he’d been. How much he had needed, how empty and how much more alone he’d made himself by virtue of that need. With every anonymous boy, every nameless moment in a bathroom, in an alleyway, stumbling into his dorm room, Kurt had thought he’d feel more.

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Hiding in Reflections by Zizichan96

Kurt is a high school student who is bullied every day because of who he is, but that is nothing compared to what happens at home, where nobody sees. Only now there’s someone who isn’t going to let him hide anymore. abused!Kurt BUT NOT BY BURT. Angst.

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Porcelain by thatgleekychick

Blaine’s not thrilled about starting a new school his junior year. But in a matter of eight hours, he manages to meet two people who will change his mind, and his future. Kurt has a secret. And the more he pushes people away, the easier it will be in the end. Come graduation, whether in a body bag or an airplaine, Kurt Hummel is leaving Ohio for good. AU. Warning: Physical Abuse.

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Iridescent by LaurenEP18

It had been two years, and still Kurt had not gotten over the tragic event that had left him with abusive foster parents and no hopeful outlook on life. He’d come to accept his existence for what it was, until one day he met Blaine. Will he be the one to see though all of the lies and save Kurt? Skank/Badboy!Kurt, Klaine. Warnings: abuse/violence.

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Spoke Too Soon by blaineandersonsbooty [PDF only]

Kurt Hummel needs to get away from the horrible experiences that life has dealt him, so he hops on a Coach bus and rides it until he gets somewhere he feels his past won’t follow him. That place is Southport, North Carolina, a small beach town along the coast. There, he meets Blaine Anderson and his daughter, Izzy, both of whom will try their hardest to make their way into Kurt’s heart, no matter how hard he tries to resist them.

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Lessons in Being a Man by Whatsername Lambert

Kurt is a beloved music teacher and, along with partner Dave Karofsky, proud father to 6-year-old Ellie. Blaine, his best friend, is a young Chicago lawyer who unwillingly becomes the leader of a statewide gay rights movement. When Kurt and Ellie’s home life turns violent as a result of Dave’s alcoholism, Blaine opens up his home to them. Brief Kurtofsky, Klaine later.

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#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #fic finder #abused!kurt #bad relationship

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hotdamnitsmoony · 1 year ago

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what i think the marauders favourite tv show would be - based on my favs :)

james - stranger things. he’d watch it because everyone was raving about it and then become emotionally invested in the characters. he thinks the concept of the monsters is really cool but also very terrifying. he’d definitely make everyone else watch it too, and he’d be mouthing along the lines while they did. his favourite character would be steve harrington, because i think they’re pretty similar. the episode he’d like the most would be s4 ep6.

regulus - the rain on netflix. it’s a kinda disturbing show about an apocalyptic world where the rain literally kills you if it touches you and there’s a whole thing with sibling betrayal and i just feel like he’d eat it up. his favourite character would be lea or kira. he would really love dystopian and apocalyptic shows in general tbh. his favourite episode would be the cult one, because it explores religion in an apocalyptic world.

sirius - greys anatomy. i’ve said this before but he would secretly LOVE greys, even if he won’t admit it. his favourite character is addison montgomery, closely followed by mark sloan. the episode he likes the most is the musical episode but if you ask him, he hates it. also he would so do the superhero pose amelia shepherd does before her surgeries before he does anything important.

remus - the society. it’s a dark, weird and kinda obscure show that only had one season because of covid but he’d love it. he’d bring it up in conversation with everyone and ask them what they’d do if all adults suddenly disappeared, which would obviously have varying responses. he’d complain about not getting a satisfying ending to it all the time. his favourite character is sam or kelly definitely. he can’t choose a favourite episode because literally so much happens in every one.

lily - the good place. i’ve also said this before, but i just genuinely think she’d love it. it’s a show that she would watch while knitting or studying, because it’s easy to follow and funny. she’d definitely quote it a lot and it’d create some great & healthy conversations between the marauders about mortality, morals and death. her favourite character is janet!

pandora - a series of unfortunate events. she’d love this show wholeheartedly. it’s so messy and reminds her of the odd things that seem to keep happening to her. she’d know the “that’s not how the story goes” song and sing it all the time, though she’d change the lyrics to fit whatever situation or drama is going on. her favourite character is sunny, and she started wearing more bows in her hair because of violet! her favourite episode would be s2 ep3!

mary - desperate housewives. she would love the drama, the betrayals and the overall storylines. she’d know every little thing about it, from all the names of lynette’s children to mrs mccluskey’s backstory. her favourite character is gabby solis and she will take no criticism. her favourite episode is the one where carlos’ mum falls down the stairs.

marlene - glee. i genuinely believe she’d know every single big song and wouldn’t stop singing them. you hear “Don’t Stop Belivin’” being sung (badly) in the hallway? it’s marlene. her favourite character is santana lopez and she knows the entire monologue that she says to kurt in season 6. she constantly complains about this show but really does love it. her favourite episode is the klaine & brittana wedding!

dorcas - heartbreak high! she’d love the petty drama and storylines that happen in this show, and she’d so create her own “map” but put concealment charms on it because unlike harper and amerie she’s smart enough not to get caught. her favourite character would be ca$h or harper, and the episode she likes the most would be ep4.

barty - how to sell drugs online (fast)! this show is so hilarious and i really think he’d enjoy it. he’d smell the plot twists coming a mile away but he’d still love it, and probably make evan watch it with him. his favourite character is moritz because he’s just such an idiot and he sort of reminds him of himself, though i feel like he’d love lisa too. he would say that he doesn’t have a favourite episode because he loved it all.

evan - the umbrella academy. he would compare the dysfunctional family to the marauders nonstop. he’d love the way it explores time travel and superpowers, and would spend hours in the library researching if it was possible because he’d get hyper fixated on it of course. his favourite character is klaus (no surprise there lol) and he literally cried during that one episode in season 3. his favourite episode is the first ever one.

(as always, these are my own opinions!! i’ve personally watched all these shows and love them all very much!! this took a while to make but we move who needs a sleep schedule anyway. )

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spaceorphan18 · 5 months ago

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Hello! I’ve been loving reading all your analysis/reasoning for Head over Feet.

Were you inspired to write this story because you felt there were gaps in the Klaine season 6 reunion, or were you more just intrigued by the idea of them reconnecting later in life? Also, in your story what do you think stopped Kurt from returning to Lima as he does in canon? 🙂

Oh, yay! Thank you!

It's funny, the inspiration for the story started a long, long time ago. When I first started fandom, one of the things I really wanted to do was write a break up, get back together after time has passed fic.

And -- I kind of started to? There's an early work of mine called From The Empty Stage (and its two sequels) that were kind of the original idea -- but a good friend of mine then, who was helping me write things, kinda persuaded me to write what I did instead. (And while that fic is fine -- I was never really satisfied with it.)

Anyway, lots of years later, I started to think about ideas, and the break up/get back together never really left. Originally conceived, it was post-season 4 break up, but that was because the original idea was back then.

There were a couple of nuggets of ideas -- Blaine and Santana being friends, the idea of Blaine being married -- and the scene from Lost inspiring me as to how the break up of that marriage would go. The evolution of how sex could be used in their relationship. And yeah, the idea of them being adults -- because I actually really like (and prefer) writing them as adults.

And, a lot of it really connected to Season 6, so I kind of used that as a template for the story (as i did with Season 4 for Chasing Pavements). So yeah, that's where the main inspiration came from!

(Fwiw, the gaps in the Season 6 reunion I kind of hammered out in With Every Broken Bone -- that was my fic to explore the whys of why all of that happened in the way that it did.)

As for why Kurt didn't go back to Lima? Because he never had that realization that he fucked it up with Blaine. He dug his heels in, and just kept on going, and never looked back. And not doing that led to all his relationship issues going forward, whether he liked to admit it or not. :)

#that's how s.o. sees it #thanks again for the lovely conversation!#if you have other questions - feel free to ask!

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andyandersmythe · 1 month ago

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I don’t like C and that’s never gonna change but klaine was everything to me until 4 years ago and this feels like a hug to my inner child who’s heart got broken a few years ago. So, my inner child is screaming and my adult self is in peace. 🫂

That’s it.

#klaine #blaine anderson #war is over #we’llbe alright

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wowbright · 15 days ago

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Set of Feathers, Chapter 28: Two Belong

Figureskating!Blaine/designer!Kurt Olympics AU for december klaine fanworks challenge. Also on AO3.

World-famous figure skater Blaine Anderson loses his costume designer just before the Sochi Olympics. When his manager brings in Kurt Hummel as the replacement, Blaine gets more than brilliant costumes. He also gets another chance at love. A story about falling in love as an adult, interwoven with themes about preserving your voice and humanity when powerful politicians are trying to fuck everyone over. You know, in case any of you can relate.

It's the final chapter!!!!!!

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A year and change later, Kurt stood in a rose garden in Napa Valley that overlooked rows and rows of grapevines stretching out as far as the eye could see.

Kurt wasn't looking as far as the eye could see, however. His vision stopped at Blaine. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo—which, of course, Kurt had designed, along with his own and the outfits of the rest of the wedding party. Blaine was looking back at Kurt with that same awed expression Kurt had first seen in the Garden of the Gods, as if Kurt had stepped down onto the rocks from heaven.

The string quartet began its song. Kurt tapped his pocket one last time to make sure he hadn’t dropped the ring. Of course it was there. The last of his anxiety melted away. Planning for the wedding had been so hectic and stressful—a fully self-caused problem, Kurt knew—but now it was here. Everything was perfect.

He beamed at Blaine.

An elbow jabbed into Kurt’s ribs. “Stop eyefucking your boytoy. You’re supposed to be looking at the grooms,” Santana hissed into his ear.

Kurt was half-convinced Sebastian had chosen her as his maid of honor just to torment him.

Kurt tore his eyes away from where Blaine sat in the second row next to Sue Sylvester. Two small children were gleefully throwing flower petals in every direction as they skipped down the aisle, Sebastian and Adam following them arm-in-arm to the slowed-down melody of “I’m Glad You Came” by The Wanted—a tacky selection, if you asked Kurt. But nobody had and, when Kurt had proffered his opinion as best man and unofficial wedding advisor, Sebastian had simply waved him away with, “It was our first dance at the club the night we hooked up. It will forever be our song. Suck it, Hummel.”

It was a nice ceremony, even if it mentioned “the divine presence” and “inner light” a little too much for Kurt’s liking. But that language wasn’t something Adam had imposed. One of the many panicked midnight phone calls Kurt had received from Sebastian the past eighteen months had been about Adam’s churchgoing—but not in the way Kurt would have expected.

“Religion is hokey and stupid and pointless. We agree, right?” That was how Sebastian had started this particular call. “Like, I don’t have any problem with people sitting around talking about how to be better people as long as they don’t force me to do it with them. But then I go to some of these things with Adam—you know, just to humor him, because I'm totally whipped and anything I can do to make him smile is fair game—and … it's not just boring. It's awful. It's truly awful.”

Kurt had nodded along as he brushed his teeth with his microphone on mute. Sebastian could talk about himself forever and would almost certainly not pause for Kurt’s feedback for the two minutes that it took the electric toothbrush to complete one cycle.

But then Sebastian had said something that made Kurt turn off his brush and spit out his toothpaste in shock.

“Because I like it. I haven’t been able to wipe the smile off my face since this morning when his church’s kids’ choir did an earnest rendition of U2’s ‘I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For’—shit, talk about corny! And now I’m sitting here with this realization that I am a truly awful person, and I always have been.”

Kurt could have told Sebastian that. He wasn’t sure how this was a revelation—until Sebastian clarified that his definition of awful was very different from Kurt’s.

“I am so awful that I did show choir and glee club and acapella for a full fucking decade of my life and I loved it!” Sebastian whined. “I’m so awful that I manage figure skaters and I think they’re fun and cool. Because I’m as bad as you, Kurt! Worse, maybe! I live and breathe schmalz and earnestness and overly sentimental crap. I, Sebastian Smythe, am the corniest fuck that ever lived, and it took me three decades to realize it!”

Despite Sebastian embrace of schmalz, Kurt still wasn’t clear if Sebastian believed in the “divine presence” or “inner light,” or if he just enjoyed them as hokey-ass trimmings that came with Adam’s corny religion.

All Kurt knew for sure was that he was looking forward to tonight, when Blaine’s legs would fall open and Kurt would descend down his body to tease his finger over his lover’s clenching hole, blowing soft breaths over it until Blaine was driven crazy by desire for Kurt’s mouth and tongue on him—and Kurt was totally going to temporarily destroy the moment by saying, Yeah, baby? You want me to go spelunking for your inner light?

Having made much worse jokes during sex, Kurt knew that after the uncontrolled laughter, the recovery would be quick and incredibly fucking hot. Blaine always rewarded him for bad behavior in bed.

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Blaine teared up a little at the grooms’ first dance. And maybe that wouldn't have been a surprise under usual circumstances, but considering that they had chosen Jonathan Coulton’s acoustic version of “Baby Got Back” as the accompanying song, it was.

Thankfully, the song ended before Blaine’s brain shorted out from the conflict between horrified amusement over the song and ecstatic joy over his friends’ happiness. Its melody was replaced by the first notes of One Direction’s “Live While We’re Young,” which Blaine thought was a more fitting anthem for the day. Even if it was more about having a crush on someone than being in love with them, it had a bit more emotional resonance than “Baby Got Back.”

Blaine extended his hand to Kurt. “May I have this dance?”

Kurt’s face lit up as brightly as that moment a few months before when Blaine had proposed. “Yes, you may.”

Funny thing about that proposal. Blaine had been working himself up in knots about it for weeks, trying to plan the perfect ring and the perfect setting and perfect speech and perfect everything. So, one afternoon when they were in Colorado Springs for a juniors training camp where Blaine was coaching, he opened his mouth to propose a walk in their old stomping grounds.

But Kurt beat him to the punch. “I want to see what Garden of the Gods looks like in summer,” he’d said before Blaine could even mention the place.

So they went.

At the spot where Blaine had asked Kurt to accompany him to Sochi, he pulled out the ring—Colorado platinum with varied shades of blue and green topaz mined a few miles away that matched Kurt’s multicolored irises—and asked Kurt to accompany him in everything, for the rest of his life.

After the kisses and the crying, Kurt had pulled Blaine’s hands to his heart and whispered, “You totally stole my thunder, by the way.”

He’d slid a ring onto Blaine’s finger that also had local topaz mixed among the diamonds, but in amber and cognac and honey-brown. Because, apparently, Blaine’s eyes were as beautiful to Kurt as Kurt’s were to him, and he’d been working on a proposal, too.

Now, in the warm Napa Valley sunshine, Blaine nestled his cheek into the warm crook of Kurt’s neck and whispered, “This is where I've always wanted to be.”

“In a California vineyard slow dancing to One Direction?” Kurt teased.

“That works, too. As long as it's with you.”

Kurt said nothing. He didn't need to. Blaine heard his answer loud and clear in the way Kurt tugged him closer, sighing happily as he nuzzled Blaine’s ear.

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Alas, Blaine did not get to spend the entire afternoon in Kurt’s arms. Sebastian had invited Cooper along with his daughters, so Blaine had to set aside a few dances for each of them, besides the dances with the grooms and Mike and Kitty and … well, just about everyone in attendance except for Sue, who sat at her table on the edge of the dance floor like a queen presiding over a royal function.

“I’ve been thinking about my foundation,” Cooper said as he pulled Blaine back from a spin. He may not have had all the dance training that Blaine did as a figure skater, but he did remember a thing or two from the ballroom dancing he'd been forced to take at the country club as a teenager and again in preparation for his first wedding.

“As in cosmetics, or your charitable foundation?” Blaine asked.

“Charitable. Having scholarship funds and buildings named after me is all well and good, but maybe I could also put some money toward things that don't get me any publicity.”

“But you love being the center of attention, Coop!”

“True. But now that I'm nearing fifty—”

“What? You? Fifty? No! I thought you stopped aging when you turned thirty-five!”

“I did, physically. But chronologically, the years still go by. And legacy isn't only about keeping your name alive. It's also about taking actions that ripple throughout time.”

“Your scholarships do that, though. You change lives. All those kids who would never be able to get out onto the ice get a chance because of you. And the post-concussive syndrome research. And that new fund for injured athletes and early retirees—I really admire that, Cooper.”

“Still, those things all have my name on them. Unlike most of your projects.”

“Ah,” Blaine said. Perhaps this was just a bit of brotherly rivalry? “Well, that's just because of the type of work. It’s safer for people in Russia and Donbas if we don’t blast out the specifics of every project.”

“Exactly. So maybe I put some money in that.”

Blaine stopped dancing. “Really?”

“Really. I don't just want a better world for hockey. I want a better world, period.”

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Their lodgings were right on the vineyard, with a balcony wrapped in bougainvillea vines whose delicate fragrance Kurt could suss out when the breeze was just right. Just like his hotel room in Sochi, it was a haven where he and Blaine could shut out the rest of the world and focus on each other’s bodies and hearts.

So they didn't talk about the things they talked about at home in New York, where Blaine had moved after his lease in California ended, and where they’d found a new apartment together that was in easier reach of the skating rink where Blaine had started coaching. They didn’t talk about Sam Evans, who had followed Blaine to New York to be among his first proteges, or about any of the day-to-day logistics of making art and helping people that made up Blaine’s post-retirement vocation. Kurt, meanwhile, continued designing for Broadway, but he was taking on more skating clients by the month thanks to the splash he’d made at the Olympics and, a few months later, the U.S. International Figure Skating Classic with his designs for the McCarthy twins.

Instead, they talked about the wedding and all the new people they had met. Blaine dished about walking in on Santana making out with Adam’s maid of honor under the stairs when he was trying to find the bathroom—an American named Brittany who Adam had known from college but Kurt had never met until now.

“Though I'm not sure it was just making out,” Blaine said. “I mean, from the sounds Brittany was making, and I can’t rule out that Santana’s hand was up her skirt.”

“Those two have been flirting since the rehearsal dinner,” Kurt said. “I wonder if that’s why Santana was surprisingly pleasant at the reception. Getting laid does wonders for a person’s attitude.”

“Speaking of getting laid …” Blaine said, and they dropped their conversation about the wedding party and moved on to more pressing topics, like the way Kurt had been eyefucking Blaine before the ceremony and also how Blaine really appreciated the tuxes Kurt had designed for the both of them, but right now what he would appreciate even more was unwrapping Kurt from his outfit and maybe giving Kurt a little striptease of his own before they started their own fervent “makeout” session.

That was how Kurt finally, while kneeling down between Blaine’s spread-open legs, got to make the terrible “spelunking for your inner light” comment he’d been planning since the wedding ceremony. Fortunately, just as Kurt had predicted, Blaine rewarded him amply for the egregious joke with a slap on the ass and a you’d better make it up to me for ruining the moment, Kurt.

Make it up, Kurt did, licking and sucking the delicate pink flesh of Blaine’s opening, nose nudging against the irresistibly soft skin surrounding Blaine’s testicles as Blaine begged for more. The fit of laughter had loosened Blaine’s muscles, made his body more responsive and pliable, made his tender hole even more eager and willing than usual.

Oh Kurt, Kurt, god yes Kurt, Kurt—

The rhythmic repetition of his name drove Kurt wild. Blaine imbued the syllable with such longing, like his lust was a prayer that only Kurt could answer. Kurt planted his hands more firmly against the bulging muscles of Blaine’s haunches and spread them wider, probed deeper, kissing his centere with fervent need.

I need you Kurt, I need you—

Kurt moved one hand over the rounded curve of Blaine’s ass toward the center, smoothing his palm gently over Blaine’s balls, sliding it up the shaft, brushing his thumb over the leaking tip.

Oh god Kurt you’re gonna make me come, you’re gonna make me, you’re gonna, I’m gonna—

Blaine’s hole clenched and spasmed. He arched against the mattress, his hips thrusting, driving him fervently onto Kurt's tongue as warmth spilled out over Kurt’s fist.

It was overwhelming to Kurt: the beauty of Blaine’s body, of this moment. The delight they found in each other. The sanctuary that love and touch created.

Blaine pulled Kurt up his body, kissed him hungrily. They were practiced at this now: Blaine wetting his fingers with what had collected on his stomach and spreading it over Kurt’s erection before guiding him in.

“Fuck, Blaine.” The heat inside Blaine, the tight grip of Blaine’s body around his cock, was overpowering. Kurt closed his eyes, blinded by the intensity, momentarily unable to move.

“That’s the idea,” Blaine whispered mischievously. “The idea is very much that you fuck me until I blind you with my inner light.”

“I think you already have.” Kurt’s eyes were still frozen shut, but sparks of blue and golden light danced across his vision.

“Mmm, good,” Blaine muttered. “But how about the divine presence? Let’s work on taking you into that.”

Kurt started to snicker. It turned into a needy whimper as Blaine tilted his pelvis upward, shifting Kurt’s cock deeper inside him. “Seriously, Blaine, how can you be so ea—” Kurt's speech was really interrupted by a groan that erupted from his lungs as Blaine churned his hips “—eager when you just came?”

“Because you make me as horny as a seventeen-year-old, Kurt. And because I want you to come as hard as I did.” Blaine batted his lashes in that unconsciously seductive way of his. (Oh. Kurt’s eyes were open again.) “And you know how much I love it when you come inside me.”

Kurt’s hips began to thrust of his own accord. “So unfair.”

“Unfair?” Blaine gasped. “How?”

“Because I can't resist you, Blaine. I can never, never resist you.”

“Good. The feeling’s mu—oh— mutual.”

The conversation faltered. Kurt lost himself inside Blaine’s body. He was so safe here, wrapped inside Blaine, shielded by Blaine’s embrace. The feel of Blaine’s thighs around his hips, Blaine’s calves draped across his lower back and buttocks, one arm embracing Kurt’s shoulder and the other curling around his lower body, hand gripping the back of Kurt’s thigh, coaxing him on, urging movement, demanding that Kurt find the ecstasy within Blaine’s core and share in it.

“Blaine.” There were so many things Kurt wanted to say. I love you. I need you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I’m so glad that you’re mine. That we belong to each other.

But Kurt couldn't say any of these things. The sensations were too intense. They left no room in Kurt’s brain to string words together. All he could do was repeat his lover's name and hope it told Blaine everything in his heart.

“Kurt,” Blaine moaned, his eyes wide, all those brilliant shades of gold and amber, as warm as sunlight itself. He slid a hand into Kurt’s hair and pulled him toward his face, kissing him hungrily, frantically, all teeth and probing tongue, grunting into Kurt’s mouth as he grew more excited, matched Kurt’s thrusting rhythm with his own.

Kurt was dizzy with love, spinning into higher and higher levels of need and fulfillment. Blaine was so gorgeous, his body so giving to them both, wrenching pleasure from them in a way that would have felt merciless if it hadn’t been so good.

“Kurt!”

Blaine’s ass clenched hard around Kurt’s cock, squeezing and kneading it, an insistent, coaxing seduction calling on Kurt to surrender, to give it all up, to hand everything he held inside over to Blaine.

Kurt kissed Blaine’s open mouth and dove in, his tongue and his cock keeping time as they plunged as deep as Blaine’s body would allow, everything so strong and accepting, Blaine humming sweetly, needfully, joyfully—and Kurt was going to lose it, he was going to lose it, because Blaine was coming again and Kurt had told the truth: He couldn’t resist Blaine.

He couldn’t resist Blaine’s desire, couldn’t resist following him into every beautiful place he went, couldn’t resist the rapture he’d only ever found in Blaine’s body.

Kurt came inside Blaine, a long rushing wave of exultation that peaked and ebbed and peaked again before he was spent, they were both spent and panting, their bodies collapsed together in a sweaty, love-drenched heap.

“I love you, Blaine. I love you so much,” and fuck, he was crying, which wasn't a bad thing, it was just that he was feeling everything so strongly in this moment, but he didn't want Blaine to worry—

“I love you, too.” Blaine held Kurt tight and kissed his forehead, and that was when Kurt realized Blaine’s face was wet, too. “I guess weddings make us both weepy, huh?”

“Maybe,” Kurt said. “Or maybe I'm just so fucking in love with you that it comes out of my eyes as well as my dick.”

Blaine laughed. “I think that's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me.”

“If that's the most romantic thing I've ever said to you, then I really need to work on saying more romantic things.”

Blaine smiled coyly. He brushed Kurt sweat-soaked hair out of his face. “Good thing we're getting married then, huh? We have plenty of years ahead together for you to work on it.”

“Trust me, I will,” Kurt said. “Because every day, I fall more and more in love with you. And I’m so lucky that I get to spend the rest of my life doing that.”

#Figureskating!Blaine/designer!Kurt Olympics AU #december klaine fanworks challenge 2024 #klaine fanfiction #wowbright writes fic #day 21: belong

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