#glee fanfictions

[cuntycassandra]

CuntyCassandra’s Glee Masterlist 🎼

I would just like to clarify that there was a member of the glee fandom, specifically in the Sebastian community, who often tried to take credit for my ideas, and even began mirroring my real life illnesses. So I’d just like to clarify if you see a post linked on this masterlist, it came from either my brain alone, or it was founded with @floatyteabag

Glee Gossip: By Summer

Posts where I talk about all things Glee related through in depth analysis essays on dialogue, acting and design choices. Or sometimes I just have a fun preference that I think needs sharing!

- Sebastian Smythe and Sugar Motta friendship.

- Why I dislike the parental abuse trope regarding Sebastian Smythe.

- Sebastian’s clothing design choices (askew tie).

- Holding character grudges VS holding them accountable.

- Underlying Sebastian Smythe’s development.

- Kurtbastian VS Klaine.

- Grant VS Sebastian.

- Jeff and Sebastian friendship

Gushing Sebastian/Warbler Shitposts.

Posts where I gush about Sebastian and the warblers in a less professional manner than I do in the posts above.

Also please keep in mind I am a professional Blaine hater.

- Sebastian Headcanons.

- Sebastian Headcanons: Lapin!

- Sebastian’s Beautiful Eyes.

- Sebastian’s Smile!

- Summer’s gushing love.

- Summer’s gushing love- part 2 electric boogaloo.

- Kurt Hummel Character Ask.

- Warbler Incorrect Quotes

- I’m sorry, I can’t go to work today, I have a cat on my lap.

- Hunter and Mr Puss

- The Warbler theme song.

- Sebastian VS Blue’s Clue’s

- Queer Seb!

- French Sebastian.

- Jeffbastian.

- Nervous Gulp.

- Happy Birthday Grant!

- Anti Blaine Rambling.

- Anti Darren Criss Rambling.

- Gay Cyclops™️

- Nathaniel Smythe!

General Glee content:

The few posts I have that aren’t warbler/kurtbas related.

- Dave Karofsky and Victor Creed.

- Happy Father’s Day, Burt!

- Me and Brittany being one in the same.

Kurtbastian related content:

Pretty self explanatory title on this one.

- Kurtbastian Playlist.

- THEM CORE.

- Them part 2: electric boogaloo.

- Open collar boyfriends!

- Last names until they don’t.

- Chandler VS Kurtbastian.

- Kurtbastian Song Rec from @doctor-whu

- Ranking Sebastian Ships.

- Kurtbastian Ships HCs/Ask.

- Anti season 5 Blaine VS Kurtbastian.

Glee Fanfictions:

My two lonely glee fanfictions.

Credit for this lovely gif goes to @backslashdelta please go check her and the original post out.

- A Glance Through The Hourglass.

- Family, and where we find it.

[anj-does-stuff]

Kakashi of the Cloud for Quiet Revolutions!

Masked Version

[lostingubler]

help i just saw someone say glee was diana reid’s schizophrenic hallucination 😭

[lucylichtenweg]

The more plot holes has a book/movie/series the better the fanfiction

[tardiskater]

I don't think I've ever laughed so hard at anything ever my entire body feels like it's floating

[rockitmans]

Red, White and Royally Screwed (1/12)

Summary:

"Kurt is not your arch nemesis," Tina says patiently down the phone. "You're not a protagonist in a Sunday morning cartoon."

Blaine scoffs. "We’re natural competitors. Both the children of the most powerful leaders in our respective countries. Or… well. Kings don't actually do anything do they?"

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Or Kurt is a Prince and Blaine is the First Son of the United States. A Red, White and Royal Blue retelling.

Rating: E

Tropes: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fake Friendship turned Real Friendship, Texting, Banter, Royal Kurt, General Disaster Blaine

Notes: Hey there demons. It's me, ya boi. This one is the @klainesecretsanta2024 but more importantly for @annepi-blog and for all you wonderful readers of course!

I thought I had forgotten how to write words but when I saw that Anne also loved RWRB it felt like fate, nay it felt like DESTINY to finally write this fic. Anne thank you for enabling me to write this. I won't get it all posted in the Christmas period so I'm posting weekly. I do apologise but hopefully it's worth following along 😅 I hope you have a wonderful Christmas 🩷

Everyone please go check out all the other works!

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"This is so unfair," Blaine wails. 

He's planted face down on his bed, making his complaint to his mattress. And to Tina, who sits beside him with a magazine and pats him absently at the appropriate intervals. But mostly to the mattress. 

"So deeply unfair. Probably the most unfair thing that has happened to anyone ever," Blaine continues. "Not to be hyperbolic."

"God forbid," Tina mutters. She flips a page. 

"Tina," Blaine whines. "I don't think you're offering much sympathy here. I'm in agony."

"Do you know how many people would kill to go to a Royal Wedding, Bee? On the level of first world problems, we're talking Twitter levels of petty here."

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[backslashdelta]

"People shouldn't be on their own. Not when the worst things happen." ↳ Happy birthday @pouralittlewater

[esilher]

Art: @esilher  Fic: @mynonah Thank you so much @bossymarmalade for the quick beta reading! <3 You can read it on AO3

Andersons’ Bakery Kurt stopped in front of the shop and looked up at the sign above the door. On the black glass, in gold letters, was the name of one of New York's most popular bakeries: Andersons' Bakery. It was a long shot, he knew, and for a moment he wondered if he should go home instead. 

"If you never try, you'll never know." His father's words rang in his ears. He took a deep breath to brace himself and reached for the door handle.

As he stepped through the door, the smell of freshly baked pastries immediately hit his nose. Behind the counter, one of the Anderson brothers was restocking the shelves with freshly baked baguettes. There was a small line, as always, but no one seemed to mind the wait. It was worth it.

"Welcome to Andersons' Bakery. What can I get for you?" The man asked and Kurt realized that it was finally his turn.

"Oh, I... Hi, um. I'm here to apply for the job. I saw that you…”

"You're looking for Blaine," he interrupted Kurt with a smile. "I'll let him know. You can wait over there," he gestured to the other end of the long counter, and by the time Kurt looked back to thank him, he was already gone.

Kurt walked over to where the man had directed him and stopped in front of the pastries. As he studied the assortment, he nervously adjusted his bag. Pies, donuts, biscuits, muffins, croissants - the selection was impressive, but that shouldn't intimidate Kurt. There was nothing here that he hadn't baked a hundred times before. Still, he was nervous.

"Hi, I'm Blaine," a new voice interrupted his thoughts. "You're the one here for the job, right?"

"Yes," Kurt answered, smiling at the man on the other side of the counter. "Kurt Hummel," he added quickly, extending his hand to Blaine.

"Blaine Anderson." The man smiled back as they shook hands. Blaine's mouth opened again, but suddenly he wasn't sure what to say. Beautiful eyes, Blaine thought. But maybe that's not the right place to start. "May I have your resume, please?"

"Oh, sure," Kurt replied, then pulled out the zipper on his shoulder bag and began to rummage through it. "Sorry," he mumbled nervously. "I'll have it in a minute." 

He pulled out some papers one by one, but those weren’t what he was looking for. Some notes from college, some sheet music, a new cheesecake recipe he'd written down two weeks ago, some drawings of how he planned to redecorate his apartment, a few pages torn out of a fashion magazine... more college notes.

"I know I put it in here... It's just…” Kurt glanced up at Blaine, smiling nervously. “Just a minute.”

"Take your time,” the man tried to reassure him.

"No, I mean... it's here somewhere. Where the fuck did all these college notes come from?” He snapped suddenly. “Can you believe I've already graduated? And I'm carrying all this around with me. Fuck. Oh God, I just said fuck," he said, covering his mouth with his free hand. 

"Actually you said it three times," Blaine added, clearly amused by the scene.

Kurt's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry. I don't usually swear, I just... I mean, I do, everybody does, right? But not here. I mean, not like that. Anyway... Sorry, I... I know I put it in here," Kurt said again as he began to frantically flip through a folder.

"Hey, don't worry! Maybe you can just email it to me and then next time…"

"No, no, no…” Kurt shook his head. “It's here somewhere, I swear."

"Okay, then... Maybe in the meantime you could tell me about your work experience...? What bakery did you work at before?"

"Well, it's... it's a little... So I don't really have any experience, at least not the kind you're thinking of. But I love to bake. I've just never worked in a bakery before."

"You've never worked in a bakery before." Blaine repeated in shock and Kurt dumped the entire contents of his bag onto the counter for the third time.

"No," Kurt continued, oblivious to Blaine's dismay. "But I've been baking since I was 6. I started with my mother's recipes. I did it with my mother, of course. I actually have a lot. I mean, recipes, not mothers.” 

Blaine bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud. “Thank you for clearing that up.”

“My family and friends say I bake pretty well. Of course, they love me, so what else would they say..." Kurt suddenly froze. He looked up at Blaine. “God, that sounded awful, didn't it? Shit," he muttered and went back to his bag. Blaine couldn't help but chuckle.

"I FOUND IT!" Kurt exclaimed, clutching a folder as his bag landed on the floor with a thud. He pulled the sheet he was looking for out of the folder and handed it to Blaine with a triumphant grin. Blaine took the paper, his eyes never leaving the man in front of him.

"You're hired," he said.

Kurt's jaw dropped in shock. "What? I mean... really? But you haven't even read my resume."

Blaine looked down at the paper in his hand, his eyes scanning it quickly. "No criminal record, you’re from Ohio too, your family loves your cookies..."

"So do my friends."

"So do your friends." Blaine repeated, looking up at Kurt. "That's more than the last two applicants can say for themselves. You're hired."

Kurt let out a squeal and with a sudden impulse, he leaned over the counter to hug Blaine. Blaine froze for a second by the unexpected reaction, but his arms instinctively tightened around Kurt.

-

"We have a new baker," Blaine called to Cooper as Kurt left the bakery.

"So I heard. You two weren’t exactly discreet." The older brother walked over to Blaine and took the resume out of his hand. His eyebrows furrowed. "You hired an ACTOR?"

"What?" Blaine grabbed the resume back from Cooper and for once actually started to read it.

"You didn't even read it??"

"I'm reading it now."

"Are you crazy? This is a bakery, Blaine."

"Yeah. I noticed that," Blaine mumbled and put the resume down. "Did you see his eyes, Coop?" he asked.

Cooper blinked at him. “I beg your pardon?”

“He has beautiful eyes,” Blaine added, as if that was an acceptable explanation.

"Cool. That's a big help when you're working with dough," his brother replied sarcastically, shaking his head in disbelief.

Blaine sighed. "I'll train him."

"You better, little brother." Cooper said pointedly before heading back to the customers.

His brother turned back to Blaine who was looking at the resume again.

"You don't look like you regret it," he said, smiling fondly at him.

"I don't. He starts tomorrow." Blaine winked at his brother and disappeared into the back of the shop.

[mynonah]

This is my @klainesecretsanta2024 gift for the wonderful @rockitmans.

By Your Side

Summary: Being a bodyguard requires the highest level of self-discipline and concentration, and sometimes it can be challenging even when you are well prepared. But Kurt loves his job.

What he didn't expect was to have his patience tested by another bodyguard...

Words: 5,417

Beta: @bitbybitwrites <3

You can read it on AO3.

I was so happy when I saw your name! Your presence in this fandom means a lot to me. I'm glad you decided to join this event and I hope we get to read your beautiful stories for a long time to come.

Choosing to write for this event was… pretty bold of me, I guess. But when I got your wish list, I thought a fanfic would be the perfect gift for you, not a drawing. This made me sad at first, but then @esilher asked, "So why don't you write something?"

So this happened��� I hope you like it. <3

[womenl0verr]

sorry. || santana lopez and sam evans?

you and santana were…friends, well secret friends, who sometimes makes out and sometimes scissor. it’s complicated, santana tells you it’s nothing, and you tell her ‘ok’ simply agreeing with her instead of arguing.

she had boyfriend, well still has, and it’s puck, she tells you, that she’s gonna break up with him, but it’s always, later, or ‘why do you even care?’ you shrugged it off, knowing deep inside that you cared a little, and plus it was deep inside you, like her fin-

but moving on, you hated the fact that you were just her little side piece, god you felt like a mistress, you hated how she treated you like a shit, she was degrading you every minute, not that you didn’t like it, but still.

her words felt like a stab in your heart, when you weren’t having sex, but still, she called you all the things there was in the book of ‘lopez insults’

—that’s her notebook that filled all the insults she said to people, and to who. you were a big topic on that book, being the number one she bullies, at least you were number one to her.

and what upseted you the most is whenever a guy takes interest in you, possibly asking you out, and she would drive them away, telling them lies about you, causing them to not text you back anymore.

and what was worse, was that she didn’t care, she didn't care one bit, she didn't care she was hurting you, she didn't care that you were crying in front of her. instead she's kicking you out, even if it was your own room.

she hurt you, a lot, too many to count, to hurt to count, so you stopped, replying to her texts, eventually started to ignore her, as if she would ever talk to you in school. but still you ignored her, whenever you see her in the hallways to whenever you see her enter a bathroom, when you really need to pee. just ignoring her whole entire existance.

until, a boy, with beach blond hair, big lips, tall, muscular, came into your world. you were in charge of showing him around the school, you guys talked, which led to laughing, which led to him slowly and softly flirting with you, not giving out the image if a creep who just wants to get into a girl's pants.

in fact, he was excited to get to know you, your ups and downs, your wrongs ,your rights, everything about your life just seemed interesting to him. and it was surprising, since he was the star quarter back, he had blonde hair, he was the perfect type, a stereotypical ken, while you, you were a Raquelle.

when he came to you, asking for advice on how to ask a girl out, you thought he was gonna ask out Quinn Fabray, i mean who wouldn't, she was your stereotypical Barbie, plus the pregnant part. even though you were hurt on the inside, as you thought that, but you were used to getting hurt, so you shrugged it off.

"well first, courting, every woman wants that. take her on dates, wait patiently for a yes, but to ask her that, you have to give her presents, first." you tell the boy, as an idea sparked in his mind. "give her chocolates, or flowers. but for me, i personally, i don't get the use of flowers, i mean they're boring, and well chocolates are the best."

then that sparked turned into an even bigger one. "and honestly, just be yourself. girls will like that." you smile at him, one last time, before you walk off to your next class.

he was super sweet to you, he was a natural gentleman. he would hold your heavy bags, filled with textbooks, and some other stuff. he would wait for you in the entrance of the school. helping you carry your books to your next class, no matter how far his classroom was from yours. protecting you from the jocks, and slushees. there was even one time when he stood in front of you taking the slushee, since you wore a white shirt.

he helped you a lot, but not to much to leave you feeling like a helpless girl who needs help every second. he, again, was sweet to you, he was to good to be true. so Santana walked up to him. "hey there, sammy evans." she said, with a evil smirk upon her face.

"uh, hey." the blond boy said awkwardly. "haven't you heard?" she asks him. "that girl right there, has got a little problem" she adds, gesturing to an alcohol addiction.

"huh." the boy asked. "yeah, it's true, she was caught buying vodka in a liquor store." she nods, trying to make him believe. "yeah, so you should stay away from her, she'll just hurt you." and with that, the latina walked away, leaving the blond to be confused.

he believed her, a little. a big part of him knows that it was probably a lie. but, you kept secrets about you hidden very well, you knew how to hide something or not. but whatever it was, he knew he was ready to work through it with you.

so the next day, he came up to you, with a big, goofy grin. he wore a messy blazer over his shirt, and hid chocolates behind his back. "sooo, y/n. i want to make this twenty minutes before your first class, worth it." he paused taking a deep breath. "i want to court you. i've liked you for a really really long time, ever since i've first met, you. i like your eyes, i like your smile, the way you laugh, the way you style, the way your hair smells so good in the morning, the way you're often sleeping in class, but still manages to pass. the way you think you're not the most perfect human being, even though you surely are. even if you're mean to people, even to me. i like you so damn much, not to take this chance and leap into your heart. ew, cringe i know. but i like you, so so much. to the point-well i'm not gonna say it yet, i know how much you hate people saying that so early one. but i really really really, like you. and only you. no one else. just you, in my heart right here." he says, pointing to his heart.

"yes." you breath out, smiling. genuinely smiling, like a big dumb dork. "r-really?" his grins grows so much bigger, obviously happy with my answer.

"of course, who wouldn't you're absolutely fucking perfect." you chuckle, as he hugs you tightly. "i know how much you hate when romcom leads kiss each other the first second they meet each other."

"you know me so much. maybe too much." you joke, "i mean i do know you're secretly working undercover. but it's between us." he whispers, looking around, actually playing around with the joke.

what you didn't know was, santana was actually watching from the far, an unsettling feeling in her stomach. she wanted to shrug it off, but she couldn’t, just seeing you being so happy with someone that wasn’t her, it just does that.

so she made a plan. after all your classes, you’re at your locker putting away your books, fortunately your class ended early, due; to only having a quiz the whole class hour.

but as you were walking to sam’s class, decided to wait for him there, you were suddenly pulled into the janitors closet, by your bag. the lights were close, you felt someone behind your back, while a hand covered your mouth, shutting you off, their other arm wrapped around you tightly, to refrain you from leaving, or fighting back.

you were scared, you didn’t know who this person was, of course you were scared. it lasted about ten minutes, when the arm tightly wrapped around you let you go to open the light. you immediately turned back around, reaching for the door knob, but it was locked.

"ow! my feet!" a voice too familiar said. "what the fuck do you want?" your voice stern. your face cold. "i want you. it's been to long since we're last together." she said, walking closer to you, placing a quick kiss on your neck. "fuck off." you push her away.

"y/n. i'm sorry." you couldn't believe it, santana lopez, the santana lopez said sorry to you. "what?" you mumble. "i treated you like absolute shit. i put away your feelings, and i am so so sorry. i'm willing to do anything to make you forgive me. i camd to my senses and realized that, i'm..i'm in love with you. i'm in love with you y/n. i treated you like shit because i felt like shit being in love with you, i knew you would never reciprocate. so i treated yo that way. but i was really just mad at myself. i'm sorry." she says, genuinely.

"i like you too. liked you. but you just treated me like shit, you made me feel like i was nothing but a waste of air." she looked down on her feet, biting her lip not knowing what to say. "i know you're sorry."

"i really am.”

“i know. but you’re too late.”

“sorry.”

“i know.”

[gleefulpoppet]

Kurt has been in the news lately. Sonder Chapter 108 [X].

[girlkisser13]

hiii :3 i was wondering if you could make a quinn fabray x fem!r imagine where quinn hates everyone at school, except reader. she's like very sweet and caring with us etc. very cliche ik but 😞

a/n: hey girlie! i love love LOVE mean lesbian quinn. thank you so much for requesting this. 🙏🏻

the halls of william mckinley high school were buzzing with the usual chaos as students rushed to their classes, gossiping and laughing loudly. quinn, however, navigated through the crowd with a cold demeanor. her icy stare and sharp words kept everyone at a distance, earning her a reputation as the queen of mean. but there was one person who saw a different side of quinn.

you walked down the hall, heading towards your locker. you were used to the whispers and stares, knowing that being close to quinn came with its own set of challenges. but it was worth it. you smiled to yourself, thinking about how different quinn was when the two of you were alone.

as you reached your locker, you felt a familiar presence beside you. "hey, y/n," quinn's voice was soft, a stark contrast to the harsh tone she used with everyone else.

"hi, quinn," you replied, smiling warmly at her. "how's your day going?"

quinn's expression softened, and she leaned against the locker next to yours. "it's better now," she said, her eyes filled with a tenderness that was reserved only for you. "are you ready for glee club later?"

"yeah, i am. are you?" you asked, closing your locker and turning to face quinn fully.

she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "i am, as long as you're there."

you blushed at her words. despite the harsh exterior she showed to the world, quinn was incredibly sweet and caring towards you. it was a side of her that you cherished deeply.

as you walked to your next class together, quinn's hand subtly brushed against yours, "i can't stand anyone else in this school," she admitted quietly, her voice low so only you could hear. "but you... you make everything bearable."

your heart swelled at quinn's confession. you reached out and gently squeezed her hand, offering her a reassuring smile. "i'm glad i can be that for you, quinn."

quinn's eyes sparkled with gratitude and something deeper, something that you had always hoped for. "you're more than just a friend to me, y/n," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "you're everything."

your breath caught in your throat at quinn's words. you looked into her eyes, seeing the vulnerability and honesty there. "you mean everything to me too, quinn," you replied, your voice filled with emotion.

in that moment, surrounded by the noise and chaos of the school, it felt like you were the only two people in the world. quinn's usual walls had crumbled, and she let herself be vulnerable with you, knowing that you would always be there to catch her.

as the two of you continued to walk to class, quinn's hand found yours again, and this time, she didn't let go. it was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. in a world where quinn fabray was the high bitch in charge, you were her safe spot, the one person who saw the real quinn and loved her for it.

and for quinn, that made all the difference.

[little-escapist]

This is my Secret Santa fic to wonderful, talented @esilher! Your art is so beautiful and has fast become an integral part of this nowadays tiny fandom. Thank you for providing us with cool scenarios in your art and that way keeping this fandom alive. I hope you enjoy this story and have a happy holiday time! Summary: Tattoo artist Kurt lives in Lima. Blaine is on his way to visit Cooper for the holidays. Snow storm hits and he gets stranded, so calls Cooper, who calls Kurt to save his little brother. Kurt goes to help and finds Blaine, drives him home and warms him up. Blaine is freaking out inside because this is Cooper's friend Kurt, and he's had a crush forever. Kurt is trying to not react to little Blaine all grown up. A/N: I haven't finished anything since last year's Secret Santa, so be gentle. Writing is took a lot out of me, but I did get it written, with a lot of help from @cerriddwenluna.

[caramelcoffeeaddict]

The Cute Guy From The Bar [Klaine Fanfiction]

Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel Chapters: 1/1 [Complete] Word Count: 4,300 Rating: Teen&Up Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alcohol Summary:

A few days after moving to New York, Kurt decided to explore the city but ended up getting lost. He doesn't know anyone else in the city, so when he sees the name "Cute Guy From The Bar" in his phone, Kurt calls him for help. Luckily, Blaine is more than willing to be Kurt's personal tour guide around New York.

Original Post Date: August 2024 A/N: just a short little one-shot. hope you enjoy it :)

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[lucylichtenweg]

Character A surprised: You came

Character B softly: You called

It gets me every time

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

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